#from the desk of Lois Lane

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You’re not a moot just because you’re following each other. Moot is also an ATTITUDE.

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Can you do a Clark Kent, with a mate? Maybe she gets jealous of Lois but doesn’t know why; an to get over him she tries to go out with another guy but Clark is like no. Your mine.

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Alpha!Clark Kent x omega!plus size reader

Little bit of Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Your best friend has an office crush that seems to be becoming something more, maybe you should get your own office romance but not because you’re jealous- obviously

Warnings: a/b/o, jealousy, mutual pining, idiots in love, little bit of angst, protective!clark, fluff

WC: 3.1k

Minors DNI

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It was quite common for any office to have its workers develop a sort of infatuation with each other. A confined space where you spend upwards of 40 hours a week with the same people, feelings are destined to arise, especially when it’s such a large mixture of alphas, betas and omegas. Hormones tend to go wild.

You were proud that you had never developed an office crush, knowing how disastrous it could be if the relationship ended, but you doubted your best friend could say the same. Clark had a big heart that he always wore on his sleeve and tended to attract a lot of romantic interest from practically everyone in the office. And apparently, Lois Lane was the lucky one who finally caught his eye.

A strange churning in your stomach began as you looked over the wall of your cubicle and spotted Clark leaning on the small kitchen counter, head thrown back in laughter as Lois chuckled over her now full cup of coffee. You know you should have seen it from a mile away- they were constantly paired up for articles, their chemistry was unmatched and they were by far the most attractive people in the office. You had even teased Clark on occasion for how often he met up with her after hours for some new lead, calling them dates.

Evidently, you were right. And for some reason, it was really bothering you. You felt physical disgust as Clark bent down to whisper something into the smaller omega’s ear and down right nausea as she placed a hand onto his broad chest to steady herself.

You swallowed down the bitter emotions and forced yourself to return to editing your article though a sour taste remained on your tongue. Maybe it was finally time to get your own office crush and the perfect opportunity had just landed in your inbox.

‘Bruce Wayne Interview- I trust you’ll get this done professionally’. You bit your lip at the offer, not only would an interview with Gotham’s golden boy boost your career, but whenever you had encountered the alpha before, he had always asked you out and you had always brushed him off. It was a win-win for you, and maybe it would stop the inexplicable rage you felt when you looked up and saw the goofy grin on Clark’s face as he sat back down at his desk.

Your nose wrinkled as you caught Lois’s scent clinging to him. Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you quickly sent a response back to your boss, accepting the offer. 

You just needed a distraction and then everything would go back to normal.

——————

The tension in the conference room at the top of Wayne Enterprise was so thick you swore you could cut it with a butter knife. You cleared your throat and tugged down your pencil skirt, over-aware of just how high it sat on your plump thighs as you reclined in one of the many expensive seats in the room. 

Bruce’s eyes flicked down to where your hands were curled into the material of the skirt and then back to your eyes but not before stopping very briefly at your lips. “Mr Wayne-“ You began again, glancing at your notepad. The small talk had gone well as did the customary chit chat about any new scandal he happened to have instigated and the photos of the both of you for the article.

“Bruce please, I think we’re far beyond that now.” He winked and you swore that his tone held a bit of a teasing purr. Your stomach flipped at the blatant attention from the alpha but it quickly dropped as yet another wave of thick, bitter scent filled the room making you cringe away from the other man standing to the side.

Through a series of several unfortunate events, your usual photographer had fallen ill and his stand-in got hired from right under the company and left so the only person that even had the slightest bit of talent with a camera in the office was forced to come with you today for shots of the billionaire. And in the worst stroke of luck, that person happened to be the very man that ‘inspired’ you to take the job in the first place.

Clark shifted on his feet and you barely repressed an eye roll. He had been very vocal in his disapproval of the whole thing given how often the mogul had put the moves on you but none of his arguments had done anything to deter you, instead they only fuelled the fire.

Bruce’s jaw clenched and you watched in fascination as the muscles beneath his skin moved, although they were not nearly as impressive as Clark’s (you would never admit that out loud). “Well Bruce,” He beamed at you, “Wayne Enterprises has just introduced a new product line that promises to ease the severe heats often experienced by omegas, my question for you is, what about this product is so different from all others on the market that promise the same things yet all others have failed?”

The alpha leaned back in his seat, his muscular thighs spreading slightly, instantly drawing your gaze to the thick bulge that was perfectly hugged by the material of his pants. Your eyes immediately flicked back up to him but given the smirk on his lips, Bruce knew exactly what he was doing. 

“I’m actually quite proud of my team for this, they’ve worked tirelessly on development for years and I believe that it really shows. While other products are usually prescribed by doctors in the forms of ointments and perfumes that mimic the scent of an alpha, which almost never work by the way, we have gone in a totally new direction. Instead, omegas can buy these pouches at any pharmacy and when heated, they give off the scent of a pup.” Bruce gestured to the small bags that were barely the size of your palm that sat on the table next to him. They gave the appearance of a miniature version of a microwavable heat pack but he was right, if you concentrated hard enough, you could smell the mixture of milk and flowers that all babies had.

“It is common knowledge that the presence of pups actually help to lessen the effects of a heat whereas the scent of an alpha is far more complex to manufacture and can actually make an omega’s heat worse if they don’t have any other-“ he paused then, his smirk growing as the room seemed to grow smaller, “-tools to help them through it.” You barely suppressed a squeak and quickly ducked your head as if you were checking your notes once more.

You gathered yourself for a moment then spoke again, missing the way that Clark was glaring at the other alpha over your shoulder. “And how affordable are these products?”

“Wayne Enterprises are donating 2 million to women’s shelters throughout Gotham and we plan to sell them for less than $10.” As if anticipating your next question, Bruce licked his lips and continued. “While it is not feasible to gain a profit from such a low price, I would rather give them away to the people that need it but I do have a board that I have to listen to… sometimes.” He winked at you.

Heat crawled up your neck and settled onto your full cheeks. You squeezed your thighs together though you weren’t quite sure if it was because you were attempting to feign arousal or keep him from looking up your skirt. You laid a hand onto your notebook, shutting off your recorder, as you leaned forwards and offered him your other one. “Thank you for being so open to this interview, you have been a hard man to pin down.”

You could feel the way Clark’s body seized as Bruce’s smirk grew and his eyes twinkled deviously. “If it’s by you miss Y/L/N, I would gladly be pinned down any time.” He shook your hand with a firm grip, letting the tips of his fingers brush against your wrist. “For an interview that is.”

He rose to his feet and politely helped you to yours, steadying you with a hand on your waist as you wobbled on your heels. Once he was sure that you were steady, he ducked down and grabbed one of the unopened boxes of Heat Helpers (quite the cheesy name in your opinion) and gave it to you, along with a small piece of cardstock. “Why don’t you take this, a thank you for a great conversation.”

You flipped over the piece of paper to reveal a phone number scrawled on in pen. You gave him a questioning look to which he chuckled. “My number, if you ever want to have a one-on-one with me, with or without the tape recorder.” 

You swallowed thickly and stuttered out some kind of polite response before Clark ushered you out of the room, muttering under his breath about being in a time crunch. You were barely able to catch one last, “Anytime miss Y/L/N” before the heavy door slammed shut and you were quite literally pushed into the awaiting elevator by your friend.

As soon as the doors were shut, you were on him. “What was that all about?” You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a scrutinising look. Clark refused to make eye contact with you, instead he stared at the elevator doors like he was willing them to open.

“He was flirting with you.” You rolled your eyes and looked away from the tall alpha. “And you let him.”

“So what? He’s attractive and available, as am I. It was only natural.” Clark’s shoulders tensed, his grip on his camera tightening until his knuckles turned white. The confined space was now filled with a bitter scent that made your stomach drop and your omega howl in displeasure.

“Why are you so concerned about this, Clark?”

The elevator doors opened with a ping and he quickly walked out. “It’s nothing.” He said and you knew you weren’t going to get anything else out of him until he decided he was done throwing a tantrum.

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“So have you called him?” Lois was leaning against the bar next to you, her drink half empty but the flush on her cheeks told you that it wasn’t the first one of the night. 

“Called who?” She rolled her eyes like it was obvious.

“Bruce Wayne! He obviously wants you too, I saw the photos Clark took. He’s fucking—what’s the word— enamoured!” You scoff behind your tumbler of whiskey which you had been nursing since Perry gave it to you an hour ago. The whole office had gathered at the bar down the road for an end-of-workweek drink and against your better judgement, you had decided to join.

Clark had been convinced into joining a game of pool, leaving you without anyone to talk to but it’s not like he would anyway. For some stupid reason, the alpha had been giving you the silent treatment for days and it was really starting to piss you off. You regarded Lois with a look but she was far too tipsy to get it.

“He was just flirting, he does it with everybody.” You dismissed it but she scoffed.

“Then why did he ask Perry for your personal number?” Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. “Clark didn’t tell you?” Evidently, your wide open mouth and lack of a verbal response told her everything she needed to know. Suddenly, Lois was very sober, a serious expression on her face.

“We were in a meeting with Perry the day after the interview and Wayne just strolled in like he fucking owned the place. He said how great you were and that he was hoping to get your number for a follow-up interview sometime soon. Clark said he would handle it, I assumed that he would have talked to you.” Her gaze travelled over to said man. “Shit I guess he didn’t.”

You slammed back the rest of your drink and without any sort of conscious thought, stormed over to the group of men huddled around the pool table. “Where the fuck do you get off Kent?” You snarled. Immediately all of the men seemed to find their phones incredibly interesting.

“I’m sorry?” He asked in that way too polite way he did that really meant ‘what the fuck is the matter with you’ but you were having none of it.

“Why didn’t you tell me Bruce asked for my number?” 

“There’s a lot of Bruces in the world, you’ll have to be more specific.” He dismissed.

Anger flared in your gut. “You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about.” You snarled, making Clark stand up straight and meet your eyes. In the dim light of the bar, his expression was far darker than you had ever seen before as aggravation rolled off of his powerful body in waves. “You had no right to keep something like that from me!”

“I had every right! He was just going to use you and then never talk to you again! I was protecting you!” 

“I didn’t ask you to!” The bar went completely silent as Clark visibly flinched but you were far too upset to care. “You know what, I’m done.” You raised your hands in surrender as you turned and pushed through the stunned crowd, your anger slowly trickling away into sadness.

The night air was like a punch in the gut but it also eased the tenseness in your shoulders. Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself not to cry. It wasn’t like you were in love with Bruce, but even if you were, Clark’s blatant disapproval of him and his distrust in your decisions made you feel incredibly small. And it was breaking your heart.

He was your best friend, he was supposed to be supportive if not a little teasing about your choice in men. He was supposed to console you when things went wrong, not say ‘I told you so’. Why did he get to control your love life while you could only sit back and watch him fall in love with someone else?

Your feet carried you further and further from the bar as the urge to sob was quickly becoming overwhelming. “Y/N!” You turned in time to see Clark throw open the door, the light from inside spilling out onto the street as he endeavoured to chase you.

“Leave me alone!” You cried or at least tried to, but then suddenly, the air was knocked from your lungs and you were looking up at the stars.

The shrill screech of a speeding car came from somewhere on your left as bright headlights illuminated the mass of a man above you before the sound was in the distance and darkness folded over you both. His weight kept you pinned to the slightly damp grass and you had the vague thought that you must be in a park of some kind, even though just a second ago you were standing on a sidewalk- or was it the street?

“Are you okay?” That was Clark’s voice but he had been so far away from you. “Omega?” He sounded distressed and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.

“Say something!” His huge hands were planted by your head and it was only when one of them cupped your cheek did you find your voice again.

“Clark?” His whole body sagged with relief and he let his forehead rest against yours.

“Thank god. I thought I didn’t get to you in time. The car came out of nowhere and you were so close.” You turned your head away from him, your eyes focusing on the bar… that was across the street… a block away. The glint of something in the grass catches your attention, Clark’s glasses. 

He looked so different without them and all your confused mind could think was just how blue his eyes were when they were unobscured by the glass. 

His button up shirt which was normally so perfectly done up was unbuttoned, exposing the tight material of something navy beneath. “What?” But you couldn’t get out anymore, not when he shifted his weight, exposing even more of what was covered by his shirt and you were stunned into silence.

The red ’S’ practically glowed as realisation dawned into you. His brows scrunched in confusion, following your gaze. “I- I can explain.” Your head spun as he yanked you to your feet, though his hands never left your skin like he needed the reassurance that you were still there.

“I was going to tell you but then I realised how much danger it would put you in and if you were hurt in any way because of me, I couldn’t even stand the thought. And then we had known each other for months and Lois said you would feel betrayed so I kept it a secret-“ You placed an open palm onto his chest, stopping him in his tracks. His mouth snapped shut with a click.

“Is this why you were acting so weird about Bruce? You thought he would hurt me because of you?” Your voice wobbled with emotions as your nails dug into his warm peck. 

Clark’s growl was shocking in its intensity. The vibrations shot up your arm as the ground shook beneath your feet with its power. “No, he would never even dare to fucking touch you. He knows who you belong to.” Your heart skipped a beat, this possessiveness was nothing you had ever seen from the soft-spoken reporter before. You knew that you should find it disgusting considering how he had been treating you but instead your veins filled with warmth.

“And who is it that I belong to? There’s no claiming mark on my neck.” His grip on your hips tightened which should have been a warning but the anger was quickly returning now that the foggy haze of danger had passed. “If I can remember correctly, you’ve been courting Lois, not me.”

“I’ve been asking her for advice on how to ask you out!” He said, exasperated. “I just couldn't find the perfect time to do it.”

“You’re an idiot.” You retorted before grabbing his black curls in a tight grip and yanking his mouth to yours. His body tensed but then quickly melted into you, groaning against your lips. 

Maybe you did have an office crush but it’s not like you’d actually admit it.

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Professor Superman

A/N okay this one's a one-shot I've been working on. I'm kinda nervous because I've never written for Clark. Let me know what you think!!

Summary: Reader is a student of Clarks who gets an internship at the Daily Planet. Clark is proud but his feelings take a turn when he realizes Lois is taking her to Gotham for research. He wants to protect her at all costs.

Warnings: Cursing, attempted kidnapping, smut, oral (female receiving) praise kink, Sex P n V, Unprotected sex, Creampie.

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I stared blankly for a moment, at the door in front of me. My heart was racing as I tried to will my hand to move. I only had to ask a simple question. Yet, I can not bring myself to know on the door. If I didn’t do this. I would likely fail the assignment and the internship. But the man was so smart and intense. I was too intimidated by him. What if I could not speak and only caused myself to look like a fool? I’d surely lose the internship then. 

I took a deep breath looking down at the paper in my hand. I had to do this. This is important. I looked back at the closed office door in front of me. Tentatively, I reached up and tapped my knuckles lightly against the wood. 

“Come in,” A gentle male voice answered my knock. With a shaky breath, I forced a smile on my face and grabbed the handle opening the door. His eyes shifted from his computer as I took a step into his office. A warm smile spread across his face once he recognized me. 

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Kent, I’ve finished my paper and I just wanted to ask if you could look over my revisions?” My voice came out quieter than I’d planned. I often had that problem when speaking to him.

“It’s no bother at all, I’ve been expecting you to drop by. Take a seat, I’d be happy to look it over.” He offered, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Professor Kent teaches a Journalism class at the university. He also works full-time for the Daily Planet paper. He’s incredibly intelligent. Each year he considers a few of his students for an internship with the newspaper. But only one of us could earn that position. I really want it. And currently, I’m one of his top candidates. 

I took a seat across from him trying to calm my nerves as I extended the paper out to him. He met my eyes. “You know, Journalism is more than just writing, and telling a captivating story. It’s about doing things that scare you, doing things that make you uncomfortable to chase down what you want to find.” He looked down at my shaky fingers as he slid the paper from my grip. 

“I understand that you’re nervous. But you have no reason to be. You continue to surprise me with just how far you’ll go with each assignment you turn in. If I were to make the final decision…” He paused looking up to make sure the door was closed, so no one would hear. “The internship would be yours,” he smiled. I blushed. 

“Thank you, Professor Kent. That means a lot.” I relaxed a bit as he leaned forward in his chair and started to read through my article. This article is my final piece. And it’s what will be submitted to the Daily Planet as my entry for the internship. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying desperately not to stare at his face as he read. His fingers tapped on the table as he looked up from the desk. 

“Y/n, This is incredible.” He smiled. My cheeks flushed staring down at my hands in my lap. 

“You don’t have to say that,” I stuttered. 

“I don’t,” He agreed, “But it’s true. I’ve only been teaching on campus for about 5 years but I’ve never had a student as dedicated as you. I’m impressed. I think Ms. Lane will be too.” I nodded, giving him a shy smile. “Are you ready to turn this in?” He asked. I nodded letting out a deep breath.

“Yeah, yes. I think so.” I said. He let out a chuckle. 

“Don’t be nervous. It’s great. I’ll take this in, first thing tomorrow.”  He gave me a gentle smile. 

“Thank you, So much. Professor Kent. I appreciate all you help!” I said as I stood to leave his office. 

“Of course,” he paused. His eyes scanned me for a moment. But I was buzzing with too much nervous energy to notice the way they lingered. “And please call me Clark, I have a feeling we’ll be working together before long.” He winked. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Thank you…Clark.” I smiled. He gave me an approving nod before I turned and left his office. 

The next week was agony.  We had two more classes with Professor….Clark, each time I stayed behind to ask if he’d heard anything. And each time he would give me a sympathetic smile and tell me to “hang in there,” just a little while longer. I should hear soon. He assured me that I was a good writer and that I shouldn’t get discouraged. But I couldn’t help it. Now it was almost 5 pm on Friday, surely if they didn’t call soon I wouldn’t know anything until Monday. 

I paced my apartment phone in hand begging it to ring. But when I checked the time at 5:30 and still, nothing. I gave up. I let out a deep sigh, setting my phone down walking to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. I set the glass on the counter and popped the cork. I filled the glass and almost dropped the bottle. My phone was ringing. I quickly set the bottle down and ran to the living room picking up the phone. I didn’t even check the number before I answered. 

“Hello?” I answered almost out of breath.

“Hello, is this Y/n?” a female voice asked. I nodded but then remembered I was on the phone and quickly found my voice. 

“Yes, Ma’am, it is,” I answered her. She didn’t miss a beat. 

“Great, This is Lois Lane, with the Daily Planet. I understand this is a bit late on a Friday evening but do you have time to meet with me at the office tonight?” my mind raced trying to find the right words.

“Sure, I can be there in 15 minutes. If that’s alright?” I asked her. We agreed on the time and after I thanked her, the call ended.

I very quickly realized I was not in the proper attire for this meeting. I was in running shorts and a hoodie. I tore through my closet trying to find a pair of dress pants that would work. I found a simple white cotton top to pair them with and some flats and ran out the door. I fixed my messy bun in the apartment building's front doors before starting to walk. The Daily Planet’s main office was only a few blocks away.  I got it to the building just in time and made my way inside. 

At the front desk, I introduced myself and was directed up to the 4th floor for my meeting with Lois. I stepped on the elevator and pushed the button for my floor.  I was starting to shake from the nerves. When the doors opened I was met with a familiar face. Standing at a desk a few feet away Clark was standing talking to a woman with auburn hair and kind eyes. They both looked up when the elevator sounded. 

“Y/n,” He smiled. “I’m glad you could make it.” I smiled at him and the woman stood and turned to greet me. 

“Miss Y/n, I’m Lois Lane. It’s nice to meet you.” she offered a kind smile. I shook her hand and she gestured for me to sit with her at her desk. “As you’re aware you and others from Mr. Kent's journalism course at the university have been under review for an internship with the Daily Planet. I would have just called but Clark insisted for you to come into the office.” She chuckled softly. 

I looked up at Clark nervously, he squeezed my shoulder reassuring me. “Y/n,” Lois continued. “The Daily Planet would like to officially offer you the internship starting next week.” I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. 

“Thank you, Ms. Lane, I accept that offer. When do I start?” I asked, eagerly. She chuckled softly. 

“I’ll send you an email with all of the details on Monday. You should be able to start with us on Tuesday.” I nodded.  

“Thank you again,” I said. She nodded, giving me a smile. 

“Of course. We’re excited to work with you,” she stood and started to gather her things. “I apologize, I’m not trying to rush you out of here. I’ve got a date this evening I don’t want to be late for. Clark, can you walk her out?” Clark nodded waving to Lois as she already started to head toward the elevator. 

“Of course, I can, sorry for keeping you Lo, have fun tonight.”He winked. Lois rolled her eyes at him.

“Forever the gentleman,” she laughed, “ I’ll see you next week,” she said as the elevator doors closed behind her. 

“I told you we’d be working together soon!” Clark chuckled. I turned to face him but I couldn’t find the words. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his middle hugging him. He was a bit surprised at first but he returned the hug. 

“Thank you,” I said softly. Remembering myself I pulled away quickly, my face flushed and embarrassed. “I-I’m so sorry, that was incredibly unprofessional. I-” Clark cut off my rambling. 

“It’s alright. You earned this. And you’re going to do amazing things here, I’m sure.” He squeezed my shoulder encouragingly. “Let me walk you out.” I nodded and waited while he got his jacket off of his desk chair. We rode down in the elevator together and walked out through the main lobby. “Where’d you park?” He asked, offering to walk me to my car. 

“Oh, um, I walked actually, I live close by,” I told him. Clark looked out the front doors and watched as rain was coming down outside. He frowned. 

“Could I give you a ride? Call me old school but I certainly can’t let you walk home in this rain.” 

I hesitated for a second. He looked back out at the rain and back to me, his eyes full of sincerity. 

“Uh, I mean, it’s really not far,” I argued. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. Just that my head was starting to get kindness and flirtation confused. I already embarrassed myself once with him today.

“It’s pouring rain, Y/n, it's no trouble I promise.” He countered. I gazed back outside. He was right, it had started to pour. I would be soaked just stepping out into it. Let alone walking all the way home. I looked back to Clark and nodded. 

“Okay,” I spoke softly. I watched as Clark pushed the door open and then opened up his umbrella. Of course, he was prepared. I look even more foolish now. 

“Come on,” He smiled. “There’s enough space for both of us under here.” He chuckled. He walked us out to his car and opened my door for me holding the umbrella while I got in so I wouldn’t get wet. 

It was quiet for a moment while he started the car. I had to remind myself again that just because a man is being nice doesn’t mean he’s interested. I looked over at him, his head turned back as he pulled out of the parking spot. I don’t know when I’d developed this little crush on him but it had to stop now. God, he was handsome though. His jaw was sharp, but his eyes were a soft but intense blue. His curls were dark and I found I desperately wanted to know what it felt like to drag my fingers through them. I shook my head. No, he’s my professor. He’s at least 15 years older than me. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. He surely didn’t see me that way. And we work together now. I have to be professional.

I pushed down my thoughts and focused, directing Clark to my apartment building. He paused abruptly when I pointed out the parking lot. He crooked an eyebrow his face completely surprised. 

“No, this is it? Really?” He asked.

“Uh… yeah” I answered hesitantly. Clark let out an awkward chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, It’s just funny. I live in the building too. I’m on the 5th floor.” He said. My brows raised completely shocked. 

“I’m on 3.” I stuttered. 

“I can’t believe we’ve never run into each other.” He laughed dumbfounded. We got out of the car. Clark met me with the umbrella. We took the elevator up together. 

“Have a great evening,” He started “I’ll see you next week,” He smiled. I blushed softly. 

“You too Clark,” I said as the elevator opened to my floor. 

“Oh and if you ever need a ride to work, Just let me know,” he winked. I giggled softly and waved as the doors closed. 

I’m royally fucked. 

I started with the Daily Planet the following Tuesday. I expected that they would have me refill copy machines or make coffee or file documents in the archives. I was shocked when I was given an assignment. It wasn’t in the field. It wasn’t going to be printed. But they told me if I wanted to eventually work for the planet then seeing how I handled personal assignments was key. It was due to Lois at the end of the week. Only 4 days to do research and write the article. I sat at my desk and poured over everything I could get my hands on. It felt a little lonely. My desk was farther away from the main writers and it was a bit smaller. But it would do. Clark and sometimes a few of the others would offer me to join them for lunch during the week but I usually skipped it. This was important. If I wanted to earn respect and make myself a place around here this had to be good. 

On Friday I was once again working at my desk, typing like mad trying to finish and edit my article. 

“You don’t have to work yourself so hard. You’ve already earned your spot you know?” Clark's voice said from somewhere next to me. 

“How many of your students have been hired on at the Planet after the internship Mr Kent?” I asked. He started to protest the question. Then he let out a deep sigh leaning against my desk. 

“Two,” He answered honestly. 

“I may have the internship, but I haven’t earned my place here.I have your respect but I have to earn it with the others,” I replied. He nodded, his eyes connecting with mine.

“Can you at least break for lunch?” He pleaded. 

“I’m going to eat at my desk. I’m almost finished. And this has to be done and on Lois’ desk by 2 pm. She leaves early today.” His eyes were sad but I knew he understood.  

I finished the article. I waited nervously at my desk waiting for Lois to call me over. 

“This is good,” she said when she finally did. “You have work to do,  I want to see how your research improves when you're out on the field. But for just starting, this is great.” She added. I nodded waiting for more. I knew she wasn’t finished. 

“Next week you’ll be coming with me, I’m doing expose research in Gotham, I want you to come to observe and take notes,” she stated. I nodded again. 

“I’ll be there, Thank…”

“Lois, Gotham’s dangerous you can’t take her with you.” Clark interrupted. Lois peered up at him over my shoulder. 

“Clark,” She sighed. “All due respect. You’ve taught her all you can in the classroom. But I’m her teacher now. And the best way to learn research is out in the field hands-on.” She retorted. 

“I’ll be with Lois, I’ll be okay,” I assured him. He wasn’t having it. 

“She won’t learn anything if she gets hurt. The crime rate in Gotham has skyrocketed it isn’t worth the risk. Does Perry know about this?” He asked. Lois scoffed. 

“As a matter of fact, he does. He’s already approved it.” she told him I don’t know what came over me. If I was angry that he was trying to stop me from going when this was my chance to earn my way in. Or if I was angry he thought I was weak. 

“And, I can take care of myself! I don’t need you hovering like I’m so fragile! You may have taught me but I got myself this far, Mr. Kent. We’ll be just fine.” I snapped. Clark stared dumbfounded. His mouth hung open, he was at a loss for words. Actually, everyone was staring. 

“Shows over,” Lois spoke loudly “You can all get back to work,”  she announced. I looked back at her apologetically. 

“Lois, I..” Clark started. She quickly cut him off. 

“Clark, I have to leave, I don’t have time for this. It’s settled she’s going,” She looked back at me, her eyes softer and sympathetic. “I’m out for the day, and you’ve finished your work, If you’d like to go now your welcome, I’ll see you Monday,”  she smiled. I nodded at her giving her a nervous smile. She turned then and walked out. 

“Y/N, please think about this. I don’t want you to get…”  He started. 

“I’m going to go, as well, Mr. Kent… I’ll see you next week.” I stood and walked to my desk grabbing my things. I walked past him to the elevator without another word.

Monday morning I was in the office early. Lois and I met at the office so she could debrief me before we left. She was interviewing with billionaire Bruce Wayne. He had connections all over Gotham, she wanted intel on any possible underground organized crime. I’ll admit it certainly was intense for my first time in the field. But it would be great practice. 

The city of Gotham was not nearly as wicked as Clark made it out to be. Mr. Wayne was amicable. He didn’t want to be there but he respected us so much as we respected him. The next few days we went back. We checked out some of the sources that Bruce had given. We got closer and closer to what she was looking for. Someone was definitely covering up organized crime in Gotham.  

Late Thursday night we were headed back to the car. It was almost 9:30 way past office hours at this point. But as Lois informed me. Good stories don’t live within the time clock. We were about to drive back and head home for the evening. We were only a few blocks away. I heard Lois scream from behind me. I turned back to look and felt myself being pulled backward. Someone had ahold of my arms dragging me off the sidewalk. 

“Let me go!” I demanded. Struggling in the stranger's grip. “Lois!” I called. 

“Shut up, what the hell are you bitches doing here?” a male voice asked. I heard Lois cry for help. I continued to struggle. 

“I’m not telling you anything. Let go of me. Someone HELP.” I screamed. Unable to break loose from the man’s hold. 

“Listen bitch! I told you to…Ungh”  The man grunted he fell back suddenly my arms slipping from his grip. I looked up my eyes going wide. Superman. He’d heard our screams. 

I watched as he took care of Lois’ attacker breaking her free. He spoke softly to her. His face looked almost…stern. She looked at him her eyes deeply apologetic. I couldn't hear what was being said. He patted her shoulder giving her a soft smile after she assured him she was okay. That I did here. 

“And you, are you okay?” He was on his feet now. He landed right in front of me. My eyes met his. They looked so familiar. I nodded. 

“You… saved me. I.. I don’t know how to thank you.” I stuttered. He smiled 

“It’s what I do. I’m just thankful I made it before you were hurt. Now please get home safe.” He added. I nodded still in shock. I felt Lois squeeze my shoulder and we walked back to the car. Superman hovered close watching to make sure we made it. Once we were inside he flew off. 

“Do you… know him?” I asked Lois suddenly. She paused looking at me. 

“We’ve met before. This job can be, dangerous at times. Can you handle that?” She asked. I thought for a moment. Could I? I couldn’t get myself out of this situation. But I didn’t back down either. Finally, I nodded. 

“Yes, I can,” I answered. 

“Good, now let's get home. We both could use some rest.” 

In the office the next day I was typing notes for Lois. I was back and forth at her desk all day. At one point I paused looking over at Clark. He looked exhausted. And stressed. He looked slightly disheveled. He was aggressively tapping at the keys on his keyboard. 

I approached him slowly. 

“Hey, are you alright, you look tired I can get you some coffee if you’d like,” I offered. He shook his head not looking away from his computer. 

“I’m fine Y/n, thank you.” he dismissed me. 

“Oh.. okay, if you need anything let me know,” I added before walking away. Normally I skipped lunch but I had time that day. I walked over to ask Clark to come with me. Again he dismissed me. I felt bad for the way I had treated him last week. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay between us. I stayed late that night typing up notes for Lois. When I shut down my computer, I noticed Clark was the only one still in the office. 

“Clark,” I spoke softly “It’s 5:30  do you need help?” I asked. He shut down his computer then.

“No, I’m just heading out now. Thank you for the offer.” He mumbled. I nodded. I turned and walked to the elevator. I rode down by myself to the first floor letting Clark cool off. If he didn’t want to talk I would give him his space. I walked out through the lobby pausing just inside the doors. Shit. It was raining again. I decided to walk this morning. It wasn’t supposed to rain. I heard the elevator ding and I groaned to myself seeing Clark exit. I gnawed at my lip anxiously, Praying the rain would suddenly let up.

“Hey,” I hear Clark's voice behind me. “Need a ride?” he asked nodding toward the door. 

“Uh… yeah, I walked this morning. Didn’t bring my umbrella. It wasn’t supposed to rain today.”  I answered awkwardly.  Clark opened the door opening his umbrella and just like the first time he took me home, we walked close sharing the protection from the rain. 

The ride home was quiet it was only a few blocks away. But when Clark pulled into the parking lot I could no longer take the silence. 

“Clark. What’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head. “Don’t, don’t brush me off, what’s bothering you?” He got out of the car, slammed his door shut, and headed inside. I got out quickly running after him the rain immediately soaking me.  “Hey, I was talking to you!” I shouted. 

“Y/n STOP!” He turned around quickly the volume of his voice causing me to shrink back a little. “You wanna know what's bothering me? You. You, putting yourself in harm's way. You, trying so hard to prove yourself that you're being reckless. You almost got hurt because you had to make a point. You, because I can’t stop fucking thinking about you! And I’ve lost sleep all week worrying about your safety.” He stepped closer we were standing in the middle of the parking lot. “Because I couldn't bear the thought of someone even touching you.” my heart was racing his face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my face. “I don’t wanna see any bruises on this pretty face.” My breath hitched. 

“Clark,” I whispered. He grabbed my face crashing his lips to mine. I melted against him. The rain still fell hard around us. 

“Your so damn stubborn,” He mumbled between kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, breathless as I chased his lips for another kiss. He let out a breathy laugh. 

“Don’t be. You’re doing amazing. I knew you would be. Just be more careful.” I nodded. He took my hand pulling me inside. He pressed the elevator button frantically. I giggled. 

“Clark that’s not gonna make it get here any faster.” He chuckled. 

“Damn elevators.” Once inside he pushed the button for his floor and backed me up against the wall. His lips were back on mine, kissing me roughly. “Wanted this for so long.” He groaned. Kissing down my neck. The elevator doors opened. He took my hand again leading me to his apartment. 

He quickly unlocked the door and I followed him inside. I bit my lip waiting for him to make a move. I felt so shy all of a sudden. I wanted this but I was nervous. Clark lifted my chin so my eyes met his. 

“Stop me. If this isn’t what you want stop me, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.” I shook my head. 

“I want you Clark,” I whispered. His lips were on mine again. Sweeter this time. More slow. He felt his hand move down my neck and over my chest softly squeezing my breast. I moaned leaning into the touch. “Clark please,” I whined. He stepped back peeling off his wet shirt. I did the same. We left a trail of wet clothes all the way to the bedroom. Clark laid me down on the bed crawling between my thighs. Kissing them softly. 

“So beautiful.” He groaned before swiping his tongue between my folds. I gasped. He circled my clit with his tongue and then back down dipping it inside me. His groan was feral. 

“Fuck.” I moaned. He worked his tongue in and out of me while I worked my hips against his face. I tangled my fingers in his curls holding him close. His nose rubbed against my clit has he fucked me with his tongue. “m’  gonna.”  I moaned as I came on his tongue. He lapped it all up before pulling away. 

“So good sweetheart.” He kissed up my body, kissing my lips and letting me taste myself. Finally he settled between legs pushing inside of me slowly. He let out a low moan. 

“ So big,” I whimpered. He brushed my hair out of my face kissing me softly. 

“Doing so good for me sweetheart. Almost all the way in. You can take it all baby.” He moaned. With one last push he was fully seated inside me. “You feel amazing baby. Taking me so well.” He cooed letting me adjust. 

“Clark please.” I whined. Begging him to move. He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was inside me and then plunged back in. I let out a loud moan. 

“Feel good sweetheart?” He asked. I nodded. 

“So good, Clark, Fuck, I moaned as he started to thrust into me at a steady pace. He grabbed my hand pinning it to the mattress. He picked up his pace. I felt the knot build in my stomach. 

“You’re getting close aren’t you baby?” he asked. I nodded. Letting out a strangled moan. 

“Please.” I begged. 

“So polite.” he groaned. He pressed his thumb to my clit as he fucked me rubbing in circles. I felt my toes curl and I came hard squeezing him as he fucked me through my orgasm. “Thats it sweetheart. Fuck. Gonna make me. Ungh.” He groaned cumming inside me. We were both breathless laying there for a moment. Clark pulled out slowly. And pulled me into him.

“You okay?” He smiled kissing my cheek. I nodded. 

“Mhmm” I mumbled dreamily. Clark got up and came back with a cloth to clean us both up. Then got back into bed holding me close. 

“Clark?” I asked softly. 

“Hmm?” he hummed. 

“Were you ever gonna tell me… or were you just gonna let me figure it out?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you mean?” he asked. 

“Because no one else knows what happened in Gotham Superman,”  I smirked turning in his arms. 

“How did you…?” He asked. 

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while. I’d know your eyes anywhere.” I said blushing. 

“Hmm,” he chuckled. “You have a crush on me?” He asked. 

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes.

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[ladyloveandjustice]

I saw a post in the My Adventures with Superman tag claiming that Lois "finally" has a character. I really like the show and it's version of Lois too, but I want to make this clear: Lois Lane has been around for over 80 years and she's always been a distinct, dynamic character with a lot going for her, every bit as admirable as Superman. This isn't a new thing!

Like any character Lois has had some bad adaptations, but she's been a great character from the beginning, and I wanted to show off some panels from comics over the years so anyone new to Superman lore can see why she's a beloved character and the MAWS portrayal is building on that, not starting from scratch.

Lois in the golden age comics (1939 through the 1940's) was shown to be a career-driven woman who didn't take shit from anyone. This was an era where a lot of women were entering the workforce because men were serving in WWII and there was excitement and change in the air, and Lois was meant to be a reflection of that. She fought against the sexism of her boss sticking her with the advice and gossip columns because she was a woman, and she was go-getting reporter out to get a real story. From the beginning she was fearless (sometimes reckless), driven, and had no patience for Clark Kent's (feigned) cowardice (and was always full of sick burns). She never let anyone push her around.

And she's been pretty consistently like this her entire run as a character. Of course, there were some bad writers, and there was a time in the 50s when all female characters had to be marriage obsessed (Lois wasn't the only one hit with this, Wonder Woman was too), but she reverted back to her firebrand self in the 60's and 70's, and when the 80's came along, characters started getting more filled in backstories, including her- this was where we started seeing stuff about her home life, her childhood moving around as a military brat, and her troubled relationship with her father and sister. She had an interior life, inner conflict- and she still kicked ass and always got the last word in. As someone invested in journalism, she is THE coolest fictional journalist to me.

This was also when comics started focusing on Clark being who Superman WAS rather than a pure act, and we got to see their relationship really grow and Lois fall for Clark, not Superman. So here, have some panels of Lois being great and see the scope of her own personality.

Lois also has lots fun little quirks and hobbies comics readers know about- she takes her coffee a certain way, she doesn't cook much because she's so on the go (so Clark is the one who cooks in the fam), she likes to sit on Clark's desk when they're talking (this happens in other Superman media too), she REALLY likes monster trucks and Clark REALLY doesn't but will support her anyway:

Also, she's always seen through to who Clark really is:

Anyway. Have more of my favorite Lois panels because I have a lot:

also this one because I'm gay:

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #881

The Daily Planet hired a new journalist for their politics sector. According to the gossip Lois heard, the new hire is a meta who impressed Perry on a potential scoop on a major violation of the Meta Protection Act. Perry instructed her to show the new guy the ropes, it’s a bit under her pay grade but she accepted. She can take a small break writing columns to train a newbie. A knock on her office door had her pause writing a new column on another Lex Luthor scandal. “Come in.” The door opened. On the other side was a man even larger than Clark. His flaming hair, red eyes, clawed fingers and massive frame cast him as an extremely imposing figure. Good thing that Lois is used to imposing, but this man was a different form of towering than Clark. While Clark did his best to look small and as unassuming as possible; this man’s shoulders stood tall. His dark suit and circular sunglasses gave him a powerful and menacing energy that was fully intentional. It’s eerily similar to how Bruce held himself during his business meetings, not nearly as menacing as his Batman persona; but still strikes as serious and imposing as he directs his company as the CEO of Wayne Industries. The looming figure met her eyes and nodded, giving her what she assumed to be a grin meant to make him less menacing, his razor sharp canines prevented it from being very effective. She mentally makes a reminder to get him lessons from her husband on making his approach more friendly. Clark has lots of experience on the matter. “Mrs. Lois Lane.” His voice was low and gruff, a deep rumbling tone that equally sounded soothing and dangerous. Shutting the door and walking over to a chair opposite her desk. He stuck out a hand, his claws glinting in the light. “The names Dan Phantom ma’am. It’s very nice to meet you.” She noted with mild surprise that he moved more deftly than she suspected a man of his bulk would. Smiling, she grabbed the outstretched hand and shook his hand firmly. Lois smiled and shook his hand firmly. He had the same gentleness as Clark’s handshakes. Still incredibly strong, but a feeling of carefulness. Like her hand was made of glass and he was afraid it’d shatter if he grasped it too firmly. Lois mentally filed ‘Superstrength’ in the lists of potential powers this man might have. “Likewise Dan. Welcome to the Daily Planet.”

[sisaloofafump]

Thinking about Bruce getting hit by a spell that gives him catlike features for a year. It lasts long enough that he knows he can't hide it, so he integrates it into his public persona.

It doesn't really affect his Batman work. He perches on high places and turns away from physical affection like usual. His cowl already has places for ears and his tail is hidden by his cape. His balance is already so good. The eyes make his night vision better, the flexibility in his feet makes him swifter, he modifies the gloves to match Selina's claws.

But there are little things that change.

He's more sleepy, constantly, and it's rarely a deep nap but he nods off whenever he can. Every few days he needs to cuddle with someone safe and is restless and needy if he can't. His meals (already dense and few and far between) stick to a strict schedule. He sniffs things.

And with those that he's close to, it gets a little more apparent.

He deposits care packages at his kids' doors in the middle of the night with no explanation

He hisses at criminals

He licks his thumb and rubs sauce splatter off Alfred's face in the kitchen

Diana picks him up by the scruff like a misbehaving kitten and he just goes limp

Selina is having the absolute best time of her life. It doesn't matter that they're fighting, once she hears the news she runs back to Gotham and doesn't let him out of the bed for a week

She is, however, mockingly offended that he's both stolen her aesthetic and that he refuses to lean into it. She keeps making him catsuits. She "buys" him cat themed jewelry and he can't even complain about it because she's looking at him with such wonder and awe and then kissing him stupid

He melts into Clark's pets and practically climbs into his lap when they're alone. (Totally Platonically of course). He travels to Metropolis semi-regularly to take care of his cuddling needs away from the indignity of his household

He always checks and makes sure Superman's hair curl is perfect

Socialites love it. They pet his ears and his tail and he drapes himself over them pretending he loves it too, focusing all his attention on controlling his tail muscles and not letting it flick angrily

"Oh no, it didn't give me the muscles to purr" Brucie explains, and then he spots Friend! Ally! Lois Lane across the hall and starts purring up a storm

Lois is unbelievably smug as her and Bruce are nearly chased out by an incredibly jealous heiress

Both Cass and Stephanie are so excited and Steph stops avoiding patrols with Bruce because her need to sneak up behind him and pat his (cowled) head is too strong. He lets it happen. They work well together when she knows she's only allowed to keep it up if she follows all his other mission commands

Damian brings him pamphlets on feline health and behaviours and enforces strict adherence to its guidelines

Jason is insufferable about it, not lessening in his taunts even after the novelty has worn off for everyone else. Bruce once picks him up by the scruff and he goes limp

Wayne Foundation sells multiple photoshoot calendars, ranging from wholesome to downright scandalous. Selina (who is semi-publicly known to be Catwoman after her most recent arrests) directs them the shoot, to the horror of most of the crew

They sell out immediately

Lois buys all three and places the most scandalous in the kitchen with sticky notes covering the most sensitive areas (but leaving enough to let the imagination go wild). The wholesome one goes beside their bed and the mid tier one is on Clark's desk at the Planet. He moves it to Lois's desk. Lois changes his computer wallpaper a full frontal cat!Bruce nude

Bruce gets away with catnapping throughout any meeting he wants

He sets up a "nap room" attached to his office which provides ample excuse to sneak away or work on his batcomputer

Dick doesn't know how to feel. Humour, yes, but it reminds him of the cat themed entertainers at the circus and their acrobatic stunts. He teaches Bruce some of them. He doesn't say why (but Bruce knows)

Bruce chirps when he's sleepy. He curls up with Clark on the couch and Clark memorizes the sound

He accidentally chirps over comms once and without hesitation Clark and Diana reply back. The rest of the league is deeply confused but it becomes a nearly effective check in system for the Trinity

Clark subconsciously learns how to purr. Lois gives him absolute hell for it. The apartment vibrates minutely whenever Bruce is over

Bruce's ears and tail are horribly transparent about his emotions, especially negative ones. It's not purring or chirping that indicates contentment, but the lack of his tail's near constant flicking and ticked off ears

Tim is one of the only ones who tries to optimize the cat features as part of Batman. He isn't distracted by or infantilizing of them, but he also doesn't ignore them and pretend everything is the same

Duke thinks it's Bad Ass but doesn't push the gimmick when he realizes Bruce won't lean into it. He once snips off a piece of Bruce's fur on a dare by his civilian friends. He sells it for $690

Bruce goes cowl & capeless at core-group Justice League meetings because the suit still too constructing and sensory-overwhelming no matter how much he modifies it. His glare dares them to be distracted by it. They still are.

Most of them move on after a few months. Barry never does. Actually if we're being honest none of them do, but most of them stop hovering around and hoping to pet him. (And he trusts them. He allows some initial pets to get the curiosity out of their system. Until he gets overwhelmed and shuts it all down)

Hal is gravely injured on a mission and Bruce wraps him in his arms and purrs until evac arrives. They never talk about it again

Oliver wonders if he should get an animal themed transformation. Zatanna gives him a rat tail

Diana is delighted by the increased spring in his pounces and elects herself his principle sparring partner

(Dinah propositions him for a threesome. Bruce takes one look at Ollie's tail and walks away)

Bruce claws up Clark's cape and perches on his shoulders while he flies

He rips up little papers at his desk while working

When the batsignal goes up, he abandons everything and pounces towards it. Gordon finds him tapping at the bright light with his claw

Helena’s dog hates him

For a few weeks in the second month, he has two sets of canines as his adult cat teeth come in. What starts as a duo Alfred & Damian project to find appropriate teething material for Bruce that is a) effective and b) dignified enough Bruce would use it, spirals into a full batfamily effort. Too many people buy the exact same cheap adult batsignal chew necklace. Luke designs a high tech chewable batarang. Dick suggest an old cowl's ears. Finally someone brings him a chew necklace shaped like the Superman crest and Bruce gets way too much satisfaction walking out of a WE board meeting with an punctured and ruined El crest

Clark puts his hand on Bruce's shoulder during monitor duty, expecting either aloof rejection or a cuddle. Bruce bites him. That knocks the remaining baby teeth out

Diana performs his dental check ups because her fingers are strong but forgiving, and Clark Is Not Jealous

Bruce will give Jon and the shy children of socialites and WE employees piggybacks and let them play with his hair and ears, and or get away with tugging on his tail. It's uncomfortable, but he enjoys their glee and what little he can do to entertain them

Clark tries picking Bruce up by the scruff and Bruce hisses at him

Bruce only talks to J'onn telepathically

Unthinking, in an emergency, Bruce uses his serrated tongue and licks the kryptonite particles off of Clark's face

Inspired by the whiskers he unfortunately did not get, Bruce inputs sensors on the side of his cowl to help him judge what he's able to squeeze through

The one person who hates it is Kate. She attends some of the same events as Bruce as resents the attention he gets, both for his sake and because of her own annoyance. She thinks it's stupid how much mission time is wasted talking about it. She wishes it happened to her. She is Bruce's main ally in getting conversations back on track

Bruce gets so many love letters and proposals in the mail from all over the world. Selina puts them all in a binder and, even when wearing a disguise, pulls him closer whenever she sees one of the authors in person

Babs is (aside from changing some of his interface to have some cat themes) very professional about it. She low effort dresses up as a cat for a last minute Halloween event and Dick retches when she tries to flirt with him

Everyone buys him cat collars. Most are cheap gag gifts. Most are bat merch. Hal gives him a green lantern one. Steph gives him a Superman one.

Selina gives him dozens but the only one he'll wear isn't a collar at all but a lacy black choker with a dainty chain decal and a little heart charm. Bruce wears it to a gala and doesn't understand Clark's expression until he looks at it under a microscope. "Property of S". He looks into claw coverings Selina helped add to his gloves. "Property of C". Huh. Maybe that explains why Clark looked at them weird

His butt wiggles before he jumps

When the year is nearly up, Bruce pretends he won't mourn any of it and continues like normal. Selina debates trying to extend it. Zatanna could, but ultimately they decide to let it go

Unlike in the first week, Bruce and Selina fight a lot in the days before the end because emotions are high and Selina is clingy. It doesn't stop them from making the most of each night tho

Clark is disappointed that his time as Designated Bruce Cuddler and their semi-regular hangouts are coming to an end. Lois was dragging them through an X-Files marathon and they had only a couple seasons left

Diana gives in and takes him to the Andromeda Mall for a spa day so she can finally coo over him in relative privacy

When it ends, Bruce goes back to his old suit with no comment. He barely addresses the change and, aside from a few wayward jokes, people move on. But if they look closely, they'd see how the claws remain, and the springing support near his ankles

Selina leaves for a time after she realizes he wants to pretend it never happened and their increasing arguments were no longer tempered by sex. Bruce pretends it's not ironic that he'd lose two cat aspects of his life at once

Clark comes home late a few weeks later and finds Lois in her armchair and Bruce there with popcorn and X-Files queued up. Bruce sits on the opposite end of the couch, but he doesn't seem to mind when Clark tucks his legs up on the cushions and rests his feet against Bruce's thigh

Everyone still gives him cat toys too often

Selina spots Bruce in the lobby of her favourite ballet and the frills of a black lace choker are peaking out of his collar. She smiles

(Also for the next 4 years Hal will only show Batman as a cat during strategy simulations)

Anyway. Cat Bruce <33

[iguana-eyanna]

Too Late

Pairing: Clark Kent x plus size witch reader

Summary: All you ever wanted was for Clark to be happy, even if it wasn't you

requested by @salenorona23

You were typing furiously by your monitor, eyes glued on the screen. 

You mutter under your breath, cursing your boss, Perry.

“You okay there?”

You look up and see Clark walking up to you in your seat.

“No, Perry didn’t like my pitch. I had to start from scratch.” You said in frustration. 

"Don't worry, he does that to me 4 times a week." He said.

"Don't you pitch four stories a week?" You ask.

"Exactly." He replied, making you both laugh.

"Smallville, we need to head for lunch before I start tearing off heads." Lois Lane said as she was scrimmaging her bag, not bothering to say hello to you.

"You wanna join us? We could all split the bill at that chinese restaurant downtown." He asks.

"I brought some food in the break room. And I know not to get in the way with your pork dumplings. Have fun with Lois." You said, returning to your screen.

He smiles at you and runs after Lois. He stops in his track as he looks back at you, wondering how you knew his order if you two never really hung out before?

He shakes his head and caught up to Lois as they made their way to the restaurant.

A few minutes passed, and you got up from your desk and headed to the break room. Now that you were alone, you locked the door and pulled out a small mirror that fit inside of your tote back and muttered a short phrase.

"Show me him."

The mirror swirled with a purple light and transformed your reflection into the present, where you saw Clark laughing at what Lois said. They looked like they were having a time of their mundane lives.

You hated it, but you can't look away. The way he looked at her... it was the same way he looked at you.

But he doesn't remember.

It happened about a few months ago. There was an accident at a LexCorp building as it begun to collapse down. Clark was running late from a date to save everyone that night, but right when he was about to fly out, his powers gave out. The room radiated with blue kryptonite, a rock that took away his powers and made him an ordinary man. He tried to escape, but too much debris knocked him down and made him unconscious.

You were waiting for him at the restaurant where you'd meet up. Yes, there were occasions that Clark would come late... but you knew in your gut something was wrong as you didn't see Clark in sight, so you used your powers to transport to where he was.

No good ever happened when people knew your secret as you reformed from an evil Covet, except to Clark.

He accepted you without hesitation and loved every part of you that you hated. And you helped he realized he wasn't alone. Your emotions took you to where he was, and you panicked as you saw him on the ground, unconscious. You made a force field around you as you transported out with a spell. You were far away to God knows where and you tried to wake him up.

"Please..." You begged him to just open his eyes.

He did in fact opened those beautiful blue piercing eyes that had hints of green in them.

But they were in confusion as he saw you.

"What's going on? What just happened?" He asks as he shuffles up, trying to get away from you.

"You were struck by some debris, I transported us out in time-"

"If a building collapsed, it's not safe for you to be here, ma'am."

That's when you choked on the air you were breathing as you heard what he just said.

He forgot who you were.

He gets up in alert, as they were more to do to help the civilians during the catastrophe.

"Let me fly you out to safety and-"

"No, it's alright. My home's not too far from here and, I didn't get hurt." You said.

Superman looked unsure if he should leave you, but others needed his help.

"Please take care." He says before he flies away, leaving you.

Your chest tightens as you fall on your knees, trying to hold back a sob so he doesn't hear you cry.

So many things could be done to regain his memory. You could show him all these pictures and cheesy letters you wrote to each other. You could tell him that you know of his home planet. You could use your powers!

But you couldn't.

If a witch used their powers on a mortal's mind, it could dissolve all of their memories in just a single second. The damage would be unfixable. You can't imagine the pain Clark would go through if you did that to him, or either show him a reality that he may not with you.

So... you decided to erase your entire relationship. Clark and you were never open about your relationship to anyone. You were a very private person and Clark respected your wishes (He called his mom though and briefly told her that he thinks he found the one.)

Using his spare key at his apartment, you went inside and just took away everything that was associated to you.

The pictures in the frames, the coffee mug you bought him for his birthday, you took everything away.

It was painful for you, but it had to be done.

You were unsure how'd he react if he saw you at work, but he just assumed that you were just a writer at the Daily Planet that he hadn't met yet.

"Hi, I don't think we met. I'm Clark Kent." He said, offering you his hand to shake.

As you see his features, it was like you were staring back at another person. None of his shared memories he had appeared to him, and he didn't expect that you saw him as Superman that night.

You had to bite your tongue momentarily and smile, returning the same friendly nature.

"It's nice to meet you."

You thought you two would be closer and maybe you can form more memories with him. But you saw how he looked at Lois. She was fearless, driven, and the best journalist there was on your floor.

Was she a bit blunt? Yeah, but she was like that to everyone, so no one took offense as she was also really understanding. You couldn't be upset with her, not when she made Clark happy. It killed you every night, as you slept in your bed alone, wishing he was there to hold you. But you'd be selfish, stripping away a new life he made for himself.

So you stayed at an arm's length. But you made sure that he was ok... or rather you kept on checking on him to see if he remembered.

The days past on, and one problem was after another. Lex Luthor was desperate to get his hands on kryptonian technology and Clark wouldn't stand for it. So when Luther revived General Zod and created Doomsday, it was the hardest fight Clark had to face.

You saw the explosions from afar and saw the red caped hero trying defeat him, but it was no use. Even with Batman and the Amazonian Warrior, it was hard to keep him at bay.

They needed help, or else this would be a losing battle.

You transported nearby, waiting for the opportunity to attack. And that's when you saw it, the green kryptonite spear that they tried to kill Doomsday with.

The Amazonian Warrior tried to restrain it with her lasso and batman blew a kryptonian grenade at the beast.

And that's when you saw Clark, who looked almost beaten as Lois was trying to let him stay away. You knew what he was going to do... Clark was a selfless man. He flew away to protect Lois picking up the spear and headed towards Doomsday.

But suddenly, a power restrained him from going any farther. He tried to resist the force that was on him, but then he heard a voice.

"Stop, don't fight it."

He turns his head and saw you running towards him with a worried gaze.

Clark was confused at your presence.

"You shouldn't be here! You gotta get out of-"

"Clark." You stopped him as a tear rolled down your face.

You stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek. Why did it feel so familiar to him?

"I lost you once, I'm not going to lose you again."

You took the staff away from his grasp and you levitated away from him as he tried to break from your spell. He thinks on your words, saying that you lost him. He winces as a spur of a memory flashes in his mind.

Clark looks up in fear.

"No, NO! STOP HER!" He yelled out to Bruce and Diana but it was no use.

You neared the ferocious beast with the lightning surrounding you both. You took your shot and traveled the spear through its chest using the strength you had.

It yells in pain and tries to get a hold of you, but you created different versions of yourself to confuse doomsday. But it became smarter and swatted its arms till it caught the real you. Doomsday then pierced you in your abdomen.

You were in unbelievable pain, but you had one more chance. You raised your hands to the spear, using one last spell to reach to the inner core of doomsday. Then suddenly, a burst of light goes up in the air, knocking you backwards away from the beast.

As you lost your focus, Clark was now free from your enchantment and flew over to you, holding you upward.

"Hey, hey, c'mon." he whispers to you as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Did I- I stop it?" You stuttered.

He nods, trying to smile to stay strong as he could hear your heartbeat beating slower.

"Yes. You did it. You're going to be okay. I'll fly you up to the nearest hospital, they'll patch you up good as new."

"I think... we both know that's not possible." You fluttered your eyes, about to lose consciousness.

"No no no, stay with me. I - I... I remember now. I remembered every Sunday afternoon when we watch those bad rom coms and I hold you close to me. I remembered when we always bought each other flowers for no apparent reason. I remembered that I... I wanted to marry you."

You smiled back, giving a heartful chuckle before you began to cough. Clark held you a bit tighter in his chest.

"I would have loved to be yours again." You whispered.

"You were always mine... Imma fool to forget you." He said, tears pricking his eyes.

"I... forgive you, Clark. I just wanted you to be... happier." You closed your eyes again, but they never opened.

"Baby? Baby wake up." He tried placing his hand softly on your cheek but it was cold. He tried listening to a heartbeat but there was silence.

Clark broke into a blood curdling scream. He pleads to anyone to bring you back, to just open your eyes so he could see them once more.

And those around him saw the strongest man in the world break down as he lost someone who loved him.

Now, he was too late.

[rokishimizu4]

Lex Luther hires Superman to be his bodyguard

(Yes, you read the title right! I hate Lex, but I hate Joker more and making Lex suffer is my comfort) TW: Violence, death, and implied smut

Surprisingly it has been days since the incident between Green Lantern, and Red Robin, and the copper spider (Which no one has no idea how it disappeared so fast), and Clark Kent was settling back into his role as being a paid journalist for the Daily Planet, when Lois Lane rushes into his cubicle.

She tries to keep her voice down, but he didn’t need his super hearing to hear how excited she was, as she tells him that Lex just held a private conferences (With a few journalists like Lois Lane, cause she’s a favorite of Superman, being allowed in) asking for Superman’s help yesterday!

Which was the day that Clark was off Earth with Green Lantern, searching for what the message meant, and he felt somewhat bad for missing it.

However, before he could, politely, share in Lois’s joy, their boss calls her back into his office for a quick meeting. Clark easily eavesdrops on the conversation and learns that Lois would be allowed to write the article, but from a professional standpoint only.

He spends the next 8 hours trying to pay attention to his own work, but hearing his wife, Lois, mumble happily to herself, and praising him like a good boy, makes it 10x times more difficult.

By the time he and Lois are finished with the day, they both sneak for a quicky back at their apartment before returning, and Clark lets her leave first so he can ‘catch up’ on his unfinished work.

He joins her a few hours later, letting her have her, deserved, spotlight and professional interview for the full article, as Superman and joins Lex in private.

But Clark’s good mood soon turns into fear, for both Lex, the goop child?, and whoever else was trapped in this situation as he learns that Luther donated money, billions, to an organization that was researching alien life on different planets and in different Solar systems.

Luther originally thought that he could use the organization to further his plans to finally bring Superman down, and giving them his Kryptonite (not all mind you, but enough) to boost the research.

Only to get a small message from one of his scientists, that he put in to keep an eye on the organization, that the research was not what he originally thought it was for.

”The next day, my scientist was found dead in a sewer drain, completely eaten by rats.” Luther finishes as he pushes an evidence bag over his desk to Superman, containing an ID for a Jane Smith, with Lex Corp stamped proudly in the background.

“This is all they found that identifies her as one of mine.”

Superman swallows down the bile threatening to come up, as he notices how blood soaked the ID tag was.

”I’ve tried everything, but there no information about the organization and I believe that someone hired something to kill me and my personal staff that knew some about the organization.”

”Please, I know we have had our differences, but I don’t want to die like a pig to the slaughter.”

It takes less than an hour for a safe house to be set up for Lex Luther and his personal staff somewhere out of the US, and even less time to realize that the US government knew nothing about the organization, or whoever did know to become a missing person.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Arranged reader and Lois Lane in an interview?

Lois waits patiently, watching you be powdered down for the cameras- if you're nervous she can't tell.

If you're not a pro, she couldn't tell that either. All old money elegance and soft, cultured tones of voice. It made her acutely aware of everything she wasn't- but not in an uncomfortable way.

More in an... aspirational way. Like you were what she wanted to be when she grew up. Everything from your hair to the toes of your pumps was perfectly coordinated and expensive but to gaudy. Understated jewelry and your slightly aloof nature. You were intimidating. At least until you fixed her in your eyeline and smiled.

It was genuine and warm. Not the superficial charm of someone who just has a public face of being a nice person... and she wondered what your household staff would say. Your parent's staff had had very little to say. More eager to talk about your mother and her- eccentricities.

"Mrs. Wayne-"

"Y/N is fine," you tell her, holding out a hand. "I think we've spoken often enough to be on a first-name basis."

Lois grinned and clasped your hand, "I left Clark at his desk this time."

"Off the record?"

"Of course," she said, still grinning.

"I don't think he'd be much of a problem this time. I told him that looking like a brute harranging a poor little woman isn't a good career move."

"No it is not," Lois snorted. "Especially not when the woman is question has a husband who owns the paper."

[ghostlyloversworld]

➶➶➶➶➶ 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 ➷➷➷➷➷

𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑨! - 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈! 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙮𝙤, 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝘾𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘼/𝙘- 𝙄 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙨 <3

𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜- 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙮 , 𝙀𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie.

He looks at her from the side " who was he? " his voice drips with venom as he had just caught some dude giving her flowers her hands became slippery " oh uh.. " she stuttered " I-its.. A nobody" He scoffed " a nobody?.. Come on you loved the attention that boy gave you..don't lie to me .. " he glared at her it was so sharp The air in the closed room became rather hard to bare with the obvious fact that Coriolanus wasn't happy no worse. He was jealous, jealous that some boy gave her flowers no one was allowed to do that only Coriolanus could do that. Not some random boy who for all he knew could be a district boy

I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight High off of love, drunk from her hate It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her, the more I suffer I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown She resuscitates me, she fucking hates me And I love it, "Wait Where you going?" "I'm leaving you" "No you ain't, come back" We're running right back, here we go again It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane But when it's bad, it's awful I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?" I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength.

The thought of a district boy flirting with his girl made him furries so when his sweetheart Girl left the room he turned to the peacekeepers " Go find that boy and bring him to the hanging tree" the peacekeepers glance at each other " but sir.. " Coriolanus grows " No buts.. Now go find him! Or you'll be hanging from the hanging tree" he snapped at the peacekeepers " right away sir " both said before walking out to find the boy

He finally walks back over to his desk and writes ' Kill the boy who gave her flowers ' and slips the note into his pocket his hand writing was always so neat. He was a politician after all so he had to have neat hand writing or else.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie.

You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em? You meet, and neither one of you, even know what hit 'em Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah, them chills, used to get 'em Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at 'em You swore you've never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're in 'em It's the rage that took over, it controls you both So they say you're best to go your separate ways Guess that they don't know ya 'cause today, that was yesterday Yesterday is over, it's a different day Sound like broken records playin' over But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave out the window Guess that's why they call it window pane.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ˏˋ°•*⁀➷·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie.

Everyone watches as the boy was brought to the hanging tree by the peacekeepers The boy panicked tries to get out the gasp of the tight hold that they kept on him pushing him through the crowd of people they brought him up to the hanging tree

They put the rope around his neck and made it fit so when he won't be able to get out they pulled on the other side of the rope people watched as he lifted off the ground and his feet kick until he no longer struggles

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean Then we fall back into the same patterns Same routine, but your temper's just as bad as mine is You're the same as me, when it comes to love, you're just as blinded Baby, please come back, it wasn't you Baby, it was me, maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much to walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall Next time? There won't be no next time I apologize, even though I know it's lies I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar If she ever tries to fucking leave again I'm a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire.

Coriolanus had a smirk Plastered on his face he had to get the message to people that.. That girl is his sweetheart no one Else can ever have her

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie.

[supercorpkid]

Ace Reporter - Final Part

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 3940.

You roll in your hotel bed thinking about the cheap shot you threw at Kara earlier. You've hated Kara for the longest time, with the burning passion of a thousand suns. But only because it was a lot easier to blame your failure on someone else. And while you were many kilometers away from her, you got away with it pretty effortlessly.

That was until you met her.

And Kara was nothing you built her up to be. No vulture trying to steal the spotlight, no untalented lucky bastard, no nerd with no life. Kara is the opposite of every single flaw you embedded her character with.

And yet. You can't, for the life of you, admit the truth. Because if you did, if you finally took Kara out of the equation, you'd see that the reason why you didn't get the prize, and then the promotion, and the reason why your career got side-tracked is because you didn't try enough. You yield to your editors every wish. You let Lois Lane and Clark Kent go on every single assignment you were more than capable of doing. You never stood up for yourself.

So you think about Lena's offer while you march into CatCo the next morning, with no idea on whether you'll be walking through these doors everyday from now on, or never again. 

Kara is awkward and barely amicable when you get there. You want to apologize, but you don't do it. You hold your truth even though it is a lie. 

It would be a lot easier to write the article together if you two were at least talking to each other, instead of sending emails back and forth while she is at the desk next to yours. In fact, you only regret taking so long to write and review it, when the last person makes their way out of the office and you're left alone with Kara.

You sigh for the hundredth time. 

"I'm sorry, is this bothering you?" Kara smirks, making as much noise as she can on the chair. You narrow your eyes at her.

"The chair, or you in it?" You bicker. She raises her eyebrow, and you look at her waiting for the comeback, but it's cut off by your phone ringing next to you. "I have to take this. Here, wear my noise canceling headphones and keep out of my private conversation, Supergirl."

Kara sighs, picking it up from your hands and putting it on. She yells. "SAY SOMETHING SO I KNOW IT WORKS."

"Yeah, it works."

"HUH?" You roll your eyes at her. "HEY, THIS IS GOOD! IT ACTUALLY WORKS! CAN I BORROW IT SOMETIME?"

You breathe deep before picking up the phone, knowing you'll need all of your patience for this conversation with your editor. "Yes?"

"Where is my quote, Y/L/N?"

"I don't have it yet."

"What do you mean you don't have it yet?" He is clearly stressed, so you prepare yourself for the upcoming outburst. "You were in the plane with Lena Luthor and you went to fucking Kaznia," His voice raises up in a crescendo. "And you're telling me you don't have one fucking quote I can use in an article? I don't think you realize this is a job assignment! You're not in National City to make friends, you fucking moron." You open your mouth to argue, but he doesn't even give you time. "Had I known you were so fucking stupid I wouldn't have sent you! Clark told me you're good at finding people's secrets, well I think you're good at wasting company's money! Pack your things and get back here. You'll be lucky if I give you dog shows after this!"

He hangs off the phone and you look at it. Tears welling up on your eyes, and whisper. "I have something better.” 

Kara turns on the chair, and is met with your eyes full of tears. She ditches the headphone on the desk and basically runs towards you. “Hey, hey.”

“I’m fine!” You snap, cleaning your tears aggressively. 

“Y/N…” She tries with a sweet voice.

“Don’t you dare feel sorry for me, Danvers!” You clean your nose with your hand. Tears come back to your eyes immediately. “I don’t need your pity, I know prize-awardee-Kara is much better than me and-“

Your words are cut off by her arms quickly evolving you. Your head is trapped between her chest and her arms in an almost bone-hurting hug, and you hate how much you love this. "You're alright." She makes sure, then whispers almost to herself, "I've got you. I've got you."

You can't tell for sure, being face deep into Kara's chest, but you think you feel a kiss being planted on the crown of your head, with sweet reassuring words coming right after. And you cannot not cry. No matter how much you try to be strong, and unbothered, and better than Kara Danvers. Right now, inside her embrace, is the safest you've ever felt in a long time.

It's a while before you can finally whisper, “I’m alright.” 

Kara lets go of your head. There are no more tears wetting your face, because they’re all wetting her cardigan. Her stupid, comfortable, nice scented cardigan. You want to say something, apologize for this ridiculous and weak behavior, you want to beg her to forget this ever happened, instead you say nothing.

“Ok.” Kara says, a trying smile. “Food break!”

And proceeds to order from her favorite Chinese restaurant because you have to try her favorite potstickers in the world and not another word is commented on your cry for help. And soon you're both back to the old ways. Can't really describe it better because what are the old ways? Flirting? Laughs and banter? Working so well together it reminds you of Lois and Clark? Whatever it is, you're back at it.

“Hey.” Kara waves her hand in front of your face. “The article is amazing, there are no typos or grammatical errors. You’ve reviewed it enough. Let’s go celebrate!”

"Celebrate?" You make sure. "What are you celebrating? Lex is still on the loose, you and Clark will still have to deal with it."

"Yeah, but we finally finished the article!" Kara beams, excitedly, touching your arm. She doesn’t know that you actually don’t have a quote yet because you’ve been debating with yourself whether you’d like to move to National City or not.

"Oh, so we're celebrating that I'm leaving." It’s what you choose to go with.

"What? No! That's not - I didn't - No." She fumbles and you make a real effort not to let your feelings show. It's really hard to hold back the truthful smile you wish to give to her adorable confused face.

"Relax, Danvers. I know what you meant. You could never celebrate that I'm leaving when you're so in love with me." You joke with a smirk, but are you really just joking or is this another failed attempt to not flirt with her? 

Kara also laughs, even though it sounds pained and strangled on her chest. Not funny. Not funny at all. 

"You know I can just come and visit, right?" Kara says, a dorky smile filled with double meaning and secrets. You hold back your own dorky smile, but it's getting harder by the minute. 

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Kara looks at you fondly, a smile still playing on her lips, because she knows better now and so you roll your eyes. "Don't count your victory too soon, Danvers. Lena offered me a job at CatCo."

"She did? That’s so great!” She celebrates, eager to have you close. Then she thinks about it for a second, not sure what it means. “And, um, are you? I mean, staying?"

You breathe deep, looking outside the window. You could get used to this view. You could get used to doing some actual investigative journalism even if it means you getting punched in the face from time to time. You could get used to Kara’s dorky face even if you want to punch her most of the time. 

You look back at her, kind blue eyes filled with anticipation and clear adoration, “I don’t know, Danvers. There’s probably space for just one investigative reporter in this magazine. You know I don’t like sharing the byline.”

“God, Y/N. Is that the only thing you think about?” Kara steps closer, her hands shake a little when she reaches out. “Don’t you ever think about sharing something more than a byline with someone?”

“Like what?” You ask, but you know the answer. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes. It’s clear as day when you can cut the sexual tension with a knife. It’s screaming at you in bright light and you are making sure you close your eyes so you don’t see it. 

“Life, maybe?” Kara’s hands travel slowly from your arms past your shoulders and up your neck.

“Life?” You parrot. Mouth running awfully dry, eyes so glued to Kara’s, you can’t even blink. And you only realize you’ve been holding your breath for so long when your lungs beg for it. 

“Yeah.” Kara Danvers stops staring at your eyes and stares at your lips instead and you’re so close you can’t help but dare a look at hers as well. Soft, pink, kissable.

“But maybe we can start simpler.”

“Oh?” It’s a strangled sound coming out of your lips full with want, but lacking oxygen.

“Maybe-” Kara’s hands make way to the nape of your neck, fingers brushing your hair gently and then, suddenly, not gentle at all when she grabs it, almost demanding.

If you want this to stop you gotta say something now! This is your chance! Stop your lips from meeting your almost-nemesis lips right now! 

“Maybe we can share a kiss.”

Your eyes widen even though you saw it coming, but when Kara’s face comes closer, your eyes just close, unwillingly. Wanting, needing, ready for what’s coming next.

You don't stop her when her face comes closer; you don't stop her when you feel her shallow and anxious breath on your cheek; you don't stop her when her lips lightly brush on yours asking for permission; you don't even stop her when she takes a second to utter your name out of her lips so full of desire and passion.

"Y/N, Rao."

And your heart stops when she finally takes your lips into hers, and you can't even think about how you'll have to fight anyone who says it was you who deepened the kiss, even though it was indeed your lips and your tongue that made the first move.

You stop thinking of how this is the lips of your almost-nemesis. You fail to see how this might ruin your reputation. When Kara's tongue slides into your mouth, and her demanding hands tightens around the nape of your neck and your hips, your brain cannot function properly to see all that is wrong with this, and the only thing it wants is more.

More of Kara. More lips and kisses. More hands on hips. You don't think you can get any closer to her, but you want to be close, and then closer. 

The closer you can get without letting her know how much you're loving this. Even though you're pretty sure she can tell by how hot your entire body feels, like you're being set on fire by your desire. Even though she can feel you're running out of oxygen and yet you have not tried to separate your lips to catch some air. You're sure she can listen to your heart beating almost out of your chest and the tiniest moans out of your mouth. She probably feels your arms so strongly wrapped around her, pulling her fully into you. Yes, Kara probably can tell you're as turned on as she is right now when her leg slots right between yours.

And that is so close, but still not close enough. You want to be the closer you can get without letting Kara know how much you truly like her. 

Your brain finally catches up, when you think about how much you like her, instead of how much you dread her. 

"This was a bad idea." You get away from her so fast, she is left dumbfounded, breathless, red cheeks and mouth wet. It makes you want to go back and kiss her some more because she looks dazzling. Gorgeous. Perfect. 

Instead, you force yourself to turn your back at her, quickly grabbing all of your stuff and making your way out of the office. 

"What?" Kara is finally able to come out of her shock. 

"You and I, it's not, it's just not-"

"It's not what? Right? Gosh Y/N, will you stop with this 'I hate you' act and admit your true feelings?"

You bite your lower lip, looking at her from the elevator, when it dings, you just step inside. "Fuck off, Danvers. Not everyone loves you."

You make it out of CatCo, and dare a last look behind yourself. You hope you never have to cross these doors again in this lifetime, because if you do you don't think you'll be able to separate your lips from Kara's again.

Lena texts you as soon as you get to your hotel room. You ignore the text until after you pack your bags, but you can't ignore her forever. She invites you to have lunch with her at L Corp the next day, and you think it's a good opportunity to ask her for a quote before you go back to Metropolis. It is the least you can do, anyway.

“I’m glad you accepted my invitation.” Lena points to the balcony. “You told me you liked the view. So I thought we could eat outside.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t talking about that view.”

Lena gives you a knowing smirk. “I know, darling.”

You follow Lena to the balcony, fancy food displayed on the table, the prettiest view of National City. Nothing like the potstickers and beer from last night. And yet, it doesn't seem to catch your attention any more than the improvised dinner on Kara's tiny work desk.

“So, have you thought about my proposition?” You open your mouth to tell her the news. “Before you say anything, remember I’ll be your boss and I can give you lots of benefits. Not at work, but definitely somewhere else.”

Lena winks at you and oh God, what have you got yourself into?

“Y/N, I really want you to stay.”

Your heart drops on your chest and the words fall out of your mouth without you being able to give a second thought to them. “I have to go.” 

You get up from the table, making your way out of Lena’s office. Your escape is put to a stop by her hand, pulling you towards her. 

You bump into her, face-to-face, bodies so close you can feel her warmth, flesh with flesh. Lena is staring right at your lips.

“Don’t run from this.” She whispers, breath hot on your own mouth and then, just like that, her lips touch yours and oh my God, what’s happening? Lena separates her lips, taking yours into hers and you can’t. Just can’t.

“Stop. I-I can’t.” She blinks at you, confused. “It’s not you, it’s-“ Lena is one second away from rolling her eyes, expecting a ‘it’s me’ out of your mouth, but it never comes. “It’s Kara.”

“Kara?” Her shock is visible, undeniable. To be honest, yours is too.

“Kara kissed me.”

“Oh!” Lena steps back, out of your personal space.

“And I hate her, I do. And you’re also the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen-“

“But?”

“I think I’m in love with her. I think I’ve loved her the whole time.” 

You see Lena's surprised face, and you're surprised too. Probably even more so than she is. How could this happen? How could all of that hatred and annoyance have just turned into love? How is it possible that when you hear Kara's name you don't want to roll your eyes because she is irritating, but rather because she is not here next to you. Was this love all along? Were you blinded by your fury and didn't see the obvious? Ugh. Why does Kara Danvers make you feel so many things? And why are all of them confusing as hell?

"I'm sorry." You walk a bit farther away, back turned to Lena in clear embarrassment, because let's be honest, you have been leading her on. "I promise you I'm just as confused as you are. I really thought I hated her."

"Well," Lena's voice is back to normal, no more shock. "Love and hate is such a thin line." 

"I'll get out of your hair." You start walking towards the door, but Lena holds you by your shoulder.

"Y/N, I meant what I said about the job in CatCo." She rounds you, so she can look at your face. "You and me, it was never a condition for it to happen. You are way too talented and I'd be stupid to let you get away." You blink your eyes in confusion, and she nods at you slightly. "Please, take the job. I promise it won't be weird in any way. Kara is my best friend and I see the way she looks at you. And now that I know your feelings towards her, I'll be the biggest supporter, trust me. Just don't let that almost kiss stop you from making a life-changing decision."

She is right. Lena Luthor is so right. It's time for you to finally stop sabotaging yourself. It's time to try harder than you've ever done. It's time to be honest for the first time.

You can't wait any longer, you've waited too long to tell her. You hid it (not so well) from yourself and the world for longer than you should've, so you can't anymore. It has to be now so you run out of Lena’s office and into the park adjacent.

"SUPERGIRL!" You yell, and yell and yell her name a few times until Kara lands in front of you. "God, what took you so long?"

"Caught a little bit of air traffic." She says with a doofus smile and you can't, won't fight yours anymore. So you smile at her joke, the biggest one you've let people see in a while. "Do you have an emergency?"

"I do." But you can't do this while she is in her Supergirl attire, because even though they are the same person, Supergirl isn't the one you fell in love with. You fell for dweeb Kara Danvers way before you learned her secret. "I need to talk to Kara Danvers."

"What?" Kara asks, confused. Given she is right in front of you and you know that all too well.

"You don't get it, Supergirl. I need to talk to Kara Danvers right now or I'll die. It's a real emergency." 

Kara tilts her head looking at you, confused. You keep running from Kara Danvers and saying the most mean things you can think of, and now you’re in front of her saying you’ll die if you don’t talk to her. Takes her a while, but she finally picks you up and flies you to her apartment. She disappears into her bedroom and comes back a full minute later into your sight, with her real doofus clothes. 

You can't really explain what happened to you when you saw her. Come to think of it, you haven't been able to explain half of the things that happened on this trip to National City. But your heart did a weird loop, your breath got stuck on your lungs and fuck, you had to kiss her right there, right then.

You run towards her, jumping on her arms and she catches you in shock, but you're so fast to kiss her, she can't even overthink this whole thing. 

So you kiss her, and kiss her. Until there's no air left in your lungs, until you realize her dweeb face is your favorite thing in the world, until you both fall into her bed entangled in each other.

"What is happening?” She manages a whisper in between kisses, unable to stop herself from kissing you, even though she doesn't truly understand what's going on.

"You were right. God, you are always right. You're my favorite person in the universe even though I hate you sometimes." She has a dorky smile, the one you would normally want to slap it out of her face, but instead you just kiss her again and again. "I never knew I could feel all of these emotions for just one person. Never realized I could feel so safe inside the embrace of the biggest nerd I know." Kara can't contain her happiness and you can't stop but showering her face with kisses. "I hate to admit when I'm wrong, but I was. I was fighting this feeling because it scared me, how-how could I like someone so much already?”

Kara’s smile reaches her eyes, she literally lights up when you say that and while a few days back you’d want to bring her down, now you just want her to be the happiest she can be.

“But you, Kara Danvers, you really do make it easy for people to like you that fast, don’t you?”

Kara kisses you, softly. “I wouldn’t say you liked me that fast. I mean, you were basically insulting me daily for two full weeks.”

“You have a real dorky face.”

She shrugs. “Yeah, but you like it.”

“I really do.”

And you thought it would be the hardest thing for you to admit. But right now, inside Kara’s embrace with her face so close to yours, you realize it is a lot easier to tell her the truth then fighting it so incessantly like you have since you got here.

"Can't believe we went from enemies to lovers."

"You were never my enemy. You're way too cute for that." Kara raises her eyebrows ready for a comeback. "And only half evil, anyways."

"Oh, you're getting quicker with the comebacks." You smile when you see how excited Kara gets with the compliment. "I still wanna punch your dorky face sometimes."

"Why don't you punch it with your lips." Kara raises her eyebrows suggestively a few times, and you can't help it but to laugh at her dorkiness and then to do exactly what she said.

Epilogue:

"Kara?" You hear Nia's voice next to the door, your eyes widen, and so does Kara's.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing in the closet?" You hold back the laugh from the double meaning, and Kara rolls her eyes at you.

"Changing back." She finally opens the door, leaving you hidden there.

"Because of Supergirl or because you've been making out with your girlfriend in there?" Nia knocks on the door. "Come out, Y/N. No one here wants you guys back in the closet. Also, the new boss is here. The making out in the closet era is over."

"But this was the first time." You defend yourself, slowly coming out of there.

"Oh please. It was the first time today. I might not have x-ray vision, but I have eyes, you know." Nia says and you and Kara share embarrassed smiles. "Now look alive, Andrea Rojas is here and something tells me she's not gonna give us special treatment like Lena did."

[un-pearable]

krypton is a gaping hole in kal-el.

clark kent is, according to his driver’s license and his about me blurb that prints increasingly smaller on his corner of the new dailyplanet.com, a classic sweetheart from western kansas with a bachelors in journalism and a one bedroom half bath three streets and a bus ride away from the daily planet in the heart of downtown metropolis. clark kent is celebrating his recent win - getting the printer to work without the hinge suffering a sheer fracture - with an extra sugar packet in his second cup of joe for the day and humoring his next desk neighbor’s heckling over it.

kal-el — superman — is the man receiving the mayor’s accolades with the world and the laser focused glare of the police chief weighing on his shoulders. according to, kal-el is,

clark kent is the well-meaning dork who never quite grew into his size and was bullied in high school, when asked he recounts being too sickly to join the football team and too unpopular to get over it. clark kent arrives early and works late to work off his four and a half years of student loan debt. clark kent has childhood friends, and an ex-girlfriend, and a budding romance with the abrasive, dyslexic, isn’t-she-just-lovely lois lane at the desk next to him who’s recently recruited him as her partner-in-foiling-crime.

superman — kal-el — has a baby blanket wrapped around his shoulders, a hunk of metal in a barn a couple thousand miles away, and a name with syllables even his mother can’t pronounce. a logo on his chest that he does not know and a dedication to love and truth and saving that is deeply, entirely human.

krypton is an aching absence in kal-el. krypton is the word he carries in his mind for when he fumbles his keys and almost breaks the doorknob, for when he hunches and smears his glasses. krypton is the lack of an explanation. krypton is, simply put, not. krypton is to kal-el not what kansas is to clark kent. kansas excuses the overfriendliness and the impromptu vacation days “to care for his ailing mother” and the handiness with a tractor. krypton is the torch they carry alongside their pitchforks when the bludgeoning begins. krypton is the response when the tragedy is unpreventable, when the wariness pitches into fear.

krypton is the world he holds in his heart when he can’t help but wonder. krypton is the sword his enemies hold over his head — a condemnation, a promise, a hope — and lord over him. the world is trapped in memories not his own, preserved in the perverted motives of those who would trade lives for tradition.

krypton is, later, eventually, a bridge. kal-el, an ambassador from a culture he’s borrowed to the one he was fated. clark kent, a haven. krypton is a girl in a spaceship of her own, fleeing from a krypton that was.

[artbyblastweave]

Due to my schedule I generally only see the new episodes of MAWS the Tuesday after they air, so I haven't seen the latest one yet. That said:

The set-up at the tail end of episode 4 goes a long way towards rehabilitating the traditional 1950s "Lois Lane trying to ferret out Superman's secret identity" plot beat. In the 50s it was just weird superdickery fodder, an extension of the cartoonish sitcom runaround that ate all superhero comics alive from the inside at that time. This iteration of it is more grounded in what's already been shown. In a story that takes itself seriously, there's no way that an antagonistic pursuit of Superman's secret identity wouldn't lead to some kind of disaster. But this version of Lois Lane is A.) pointedly career-focused and Out For Her Big Break, to the detriment of her friends, even if she comes to feel bad about it on reflection, B.) in a position to feel personally slighted because she connects the dots after she seals the deal on a relationship with Clark in his civilian identity, C.) has a specific hangup about people close to her keeping information from her (that's what the scene with the phone call from her father is doing.) The perfect cocktail to intelligently execute a really stupid plan.

And, from the other direction- Clark hasn't exactly been given a ton of confidence that Lois is a person he could trust with information this sensitive, has he? His formative experience with her involved her manipulating him into directly disobeying his boss on his first day on the job because she was so sure she was onto something. She specifically wants to blow open the Superman story for the sake of her career, regardless of how much damage it might do to the guy behind the costume- how much confidence should he have that he'll get any special treatment? Also worth mentioning that the Superman persona in this continuity post-dates Clark having to bust out the powers in public to save Lois and then having to professionalize his persona in a hurry because there was no going back after that; this isn't a long-kept secret, it's an emergent situation that he only sorta-kinda opted into and hasn't totally figured out the significance of. Contrast S:TAS, where Superman goes into his weird situationship with Lois being basically fully informed about his own background and capabilities. Overall the fact that everyone involved is around 23 and all relevant events have happened within a three month timespan is making this work.

On a related note, with the benefit of hindsight- I guess one shortcoming of S:TAS was never having Lois work any of it out on her own time. In theory she was a side character in a show about Superman but she still headlined enough plots that it maybe should have eventually come up that she was dating her coworker in his superheroic identity? Going on picnic dates with Superman in costume and yet it never comes up that he's working at the next desk over from her in his civilian identity? I mean, even if she's making the active decision not to know, or if she suspects but for whatever reason decides to just leave it unaddressed in the relationship-that would say something fascinating about her character, right? About Clarks? An unresolved tension there that always bugged me.

[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3

35-Four-Eyes

You had visited the Daily Planet once before, on one of the first visits to Clark right when you started dating. It was a nice place, but not much since it was just a journalism office with people just working. Clark, nonetheless, was so excited to show off his workspace, telling you every detail from how Carrie down the hall just found out that her husband was cheating on her with their gardener to the best water fountain. He was adorable during the whole experience, and, despite the dread in your chest, you tried to share his joy completely. There was still one part of the tour you were glad you missed. In the few hours you had spent there you hadn’t met the girl that everyone said Superman loved; Lois Lane. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Lois—You didn’t know her to not like her. From what Clark had told you, they’d been friends, he had thought there was something there, but he was mistaken. Clark must have felt your hesitance because he simply dismissed all the Superman and Lois Lane headlines as just that; it was just some words on a piece of paper to sell, nothing more. Yet, that didn’t stop the slight jealousy from making its way into the darkest parts of your mind.

That’s why, as you waited for Clark to return to his desk, you stared at Lois from across the room so intently. She was beautiful, with a slender figure, perfect black hair, and the type of aura that just radiated coolness. You wondered if she ever returned Clark’s feelings, but you stopped the thought short after you became bitter. Sighing, you looked down at the desk to distract yourself. It was a cluttered mess with papers sprawled around it and pens scattered. 

When the mess became too much for your eyes, you looked up again. When you did, right across from you was Lois Lane, in all her beautiful glory, staring back at you. She studied you for a second like she trying to place you somewhere before it looked like it clicked. Like she was made of water, she glided from her chair with such grace that you thought Superman must have shown her a trick or two to move such a way. 

When she finally reached you, she put her palms flat on the other side of Clark’s desk, looking down at you with a serious face. “You’re who Smallville is dating, huh?”

“Yeah,” You said shyly. 

“Hm,” She said, eyes giving you a once over. “He’s got good taste, you’re pretty. You from around here?”

“No.”

“Hm. How’d you meet Clark?” She sat on the edge of the desk. 

You cleared your throat, cheeks heating up. Lois was a lot prettier up close, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit flushed. “We—we’re neighbors.”

“Neighbors, huh?” Lois looked like she didn’t believe you before leaning closer toward me. “You gotta tell me, does Clark always do that thing with his glasses—you know, where he takes them off, looks at them then puts them…”

“Back on his face, then repeats it like thirty minutes later?” You smiled, leaning forward. 

She laughed. “Yes! Why does he do that?”

Before you could respond there was suddenly a different voice, “Totally. Such a weirdo, right?” 

The two of you stopped to look at him before breaking out into a fit of giggles. Suddenly, Lois got up from her spot on the desk. “Wanna leave four-eyes behind and get some lunch? This place be a bit of a bore when you’re just sitting around.”

You looked to Clark who looked like he wanted to take offense to the nickname but couldn’t with how well the two of you were getting along. Not that you knew, but he was terrified of how well his best friend and his partner would mesh together. One of the reasons why it took him so long for him to introduce you. When your eyes met he gave you a slight nod and you got up to follow Lois out, giving him a kiss on the lips in passing. Clark thought about following you, but he second-guessed himself when it occurred to him that would probably be better to stay behind and be spared any more cruel remarks. 

Taking his seat, Clark removed his glasses and commented to himself quietly, “I like to make sure they’re clean.”

[that-sokovian-bastard]

Next of Kin - Bruce Wayne x (f)Pennyworth!Reader

Words: 8419 Pairing: Bruce Wayne x (f)Pennyworth!Reader Featuring: Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, random nurses and doctors Warnings: Hospital, hurt, mentions explosions, Gotham Flood, mentions gunshot, swearing, panic attack, yelling, implied smut Rated T for content and swearing. (Nothing is graphic, but there’s a lot of discussion.) Summary: You moved to Metropolis many years ago for school. Now, after graduating and having a successful career, you’re surprised to get a phone call from someone from your past. When you find out it’s about your dad, it’s time to go back to Gotham. Author’s Note: This takes place at the end of The Batman 2022. Alfred is your dad and you’re a year-ish younger than Bruce. This deals with the aftermath of the flood, and since we don’t see much of it in the movie, I had to make up my own explanations; like being transported on rafts. Also, I know Lois and Clark are not in The Batman, but I have them here and I like having them be a part of the story :)

Additional tags: Slow burn, identity reveal, texting

Bruce / Full Masterlist

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Bruce watched from outside the room. Alfred was asleep and hooked up to a few machines with a nurse and doctor in the room. A few minutes passed of Bruce silently watching before the doctor came out to talk to him.

She explained that they sedated him to help with his pain, and he would hopefully wake up in a few hours. Finally, she asked, “Is there anyone else we should notify? Next of kin?”

Bruce almost said no, not wanting to have to make the call. But he quickly got over it and said, “I’ll call his daughter.” The doctor nodded at his response and left Bruce alone. He wasn’t sure if she said anything else; he was stuck in his head now about having to call you. Bruce looked at Alfred again, seeing the nurse mess with a few things in his room.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to find a seat not too far away from Alfred’s room. Bruce scrolled through his contacts, scrolling quickly to your name and trying his hardest not to hesitate. He had no reason to be nervous, right?

Before he could talk himself out of calling you, he pressed the call button. It only rang for a few seconds before it was answered.

“Hello?” A woman said, but it wasn’t you.

“Uh,” Bruce started. “Who is this?”

The woman paused for a second. “You’re the one who called this phone. Shouldn’t you know who it is?”

Bruce was taken aback by the sudden bluntness. “I know who I called, but your voice isn’t hers,” He said, then asked where you were.

“Ah, she’s in a meeting. Left her phone with me.”

That cleared up almost nothing for Bruce.

“Why did you answer then?” He asked.

He heard a little background noise, which made sense for where you work. “I wasn’t going to, but then I saw that the contact said answer! So I did. Can I take a message?” She asked. He was worried; why were you still at work? It’s late. Who schedules a meeting this late?

“Just tell her Bruce called. It’s urgent,” He said, being blunt like the woman who answered your phone was.

“I will let her know once she’s out of her meeting, Bruce.” The woman said.

“Thanks,” Bruce finished and hung up before the woman could say another word. Looking at your contact photo for only another second, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and walked back to look at Alfred again. One more look before he got back to work.

However, on the other side of that phone call was a pair of reporters confused about the mysterious phone call. “So, the person behind the answer!, money emoji, and black heart emoji is named Bruce?” Clark asked Lois. “What else did he say?”

Lois set your phone down on your desk and turned back to Clark. “Not much. He was confused why she didn’t answer her phone, and he said it was an urgent matter,” Lois said. “Also, who the hell puts contacts in as emojis and a reminder to answer? Are all of her contacts that cryptic?” Lois asked.

Clark laughed at how distraught Lois was over how you had Bruce in as the contact. “Let’s find out,” Clark said, pulled his phone out, and called you. They were both disappointed when his call came up as merely Clark Kent.

“Okay, so either he’s an old friend, and she put his contact when they were in middle school, or it’s intentionally cryptic,” Lois deduced.

“Does it really matter?” Clark asked.

“Yes!” She demanded. “A mysterious man who doesn’t even have a normal contact name calls her, is upset when he doesn’t recognize her voice, then says something is urgent? Plus, calling late at night?” Lois asked. “Is he an informant for stories? Or could he be a secret boyfriend?” She continued. “The possibilities are endless, really, Smallville.”

Clark shook his head and moved to sit back in his chair. “Maybe we should just ask her when the meeting’s over.”

“You’re no fun,” Lois said but gave in and went back to her computer.

A painful ten minutes later, you walked out of the meeting room and back to your desk next to Clark and Lois. When they realized you were done, they stared at you as you walked across the Daily Planet’s floor. It was almost empty, being later than anyone would like to be at work. But work’s work, and you had to talk to Perry about what you were working on since it was being published soon. “What’s that look for, guys?” You asked them.

“Who’s Bruce?” Lois asked, not giving any time for you to sit down.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Bruce who?”

“I don’t know; that’s why I’m asking you!” Lois exploded. “He called, and I answered. His contact came up as answer! Followed by a money emoji and a black heart emoji. What does that even mean?”

It took a minute for you to register what Lois said. “Wait, he really called?” You set everything down and picked up your phone, scrolling to the recently called to see that he really did.

“Yeah, and he was mad when you didn’t answer. Who is he?” Lois egged on.

“He’s an old friend from before I moved here,” You quickly explained, eyes fixated on his contact name in the recent calls. “What did he say?”

Lois shrugged, looking at Clark with raised brows. This was obviously a surprise to you, and they were still trying to figure out how to react. “All he said was that it was urgent,” She finished.

“I’ve gotta call him back,” You said, and before they could say anything else, you ran out of the room to the elevators.

Ringing, ringing, ringing. Bruce really called you, huh? Sure, you guys were good friends growing up, but you hadn’t talked to him since you left for college many years ago.

On the fifth ring, Bruce answered by saying your name. “Hey, Bruce,” You replied. “Sorry about earlier; I was in a meeting. And I apologize for Lois answering. What was urgent?”

Bruce decided not to ask why you were still at work but let the question hang for a moment. “Your dad is in the hospital.”

If you didn’t have such a death grip on your phone in anticipation of talking to Bruce, you would have dropped and broken your phone at those six words. “W-what?” You barely asked.

“There was an explosion. Two hours ago. I don’t know if you’ve been seeing what’s going on here, but…” Bruce trailed off. “It was intended for me. Alfred opened the letter before I got home, and it exploded. He’s okay right now, but they had to sedate him. I needed to tell you.”

“He’s at the hospital right now?” You asked; the elevator dinged, and you got off at the lobby.

“Yes.”

“Are you there?”

“No. I got called to business,” Bruce said. “But he’s asleep right now.”

Bruce waited through your silence, letting you comprehend everything. “I’ll be there in three hours,” You said, turning right back around and getting back in the elevator.

“I don’t think that’s wise, I’m sorry,” Bruce said. “It’s not safe right now. There’s a serial killer still running around, and I was supposed to be his next victim. They’re worried he could take another shot at me. It won’t be safe,” Bruce tried his hardest to convince you not to come to Gotham. He wasn’t lying; it wasn’t safe. You just don’t know the extent that he’s involved.

“I don’t care,” You said. “It’s my dad, Bruce. I need to be there,” You told him.

He sighed, easily folding. “Okay. Call me when you get here,” He told you.

“I will. See you in three-ish hours,” You said. You both said goodbye, then ended the call. Just in time, the elevator dinged again, and you walked back into the newsroom floor. Heading right for your desk, you started to shove everything into your bag and throw your jacket on.

“Woah, what happened?” Clark asked, directing Lois’ attention to you, too.

You shook your head, holding back tears and worry. “I’m going to Gotham. Right now.”

“Gotham?” Lois asked. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Bruce just told me my dad’s in the hospital. There was an explosion.” You didn’t explain any further.

Clark and Lois exchanged a worried look. “An explosion?” Clark asked. “I haven’t seen any news about an explosion. Well, besides the one at Wayne Tower-” He said, and you made a noise, almost a laugh, that confirmed his thought. “Oh?”

“Yeah, the Bruce that called is Bruce Wayne, and my dad is his butler. Apparently, someone tried to kill Bruce. My dad opened his letter and got hurt,” You spit out, talking faster than either of them could comprehend. “So I’m going to Gotham to be with my dad.”

“Well, let us know if you need anything. If you want us to come, we’ll be there,” Lois offered a sympathetic smile. “And once your dad is better and you’re back, I’m going to need all the details about Mr. Money and Black Heart Emoji,” She winked.

You appreciated her humor, and it did make you smile a little. It might have been only for a second, but it was nice.

After you left the Daily Planet, Lois turned to Clark with an evil smile on her face. “So, she’s friends with Bruce Wayne. How didn’t we know that?” Lois said.

Clark shook his head in disappointment. “Wow, I can’t believe she had a life before meeting us,” Clark said dramatically.

“I know!” Lois echoed.

—

Bruce didn’t answer when you got into town. You didn’t think much of it, it was late when he called earlier, and now it’s even later. He probably went to bed.

You drove straight to Gotham Hospital to see if you could see your dad. It was the middle of the night, but hopefully Bruce told them you were coming so you could still see him. It was easy enough to park your car and rush inside, explaining the situation to the nurse. She wasn’t supposed to let you see him, but if you didn’t say anything, she’d let you go back. Obviously, you agreed, and she directed you to your dad’s room.

Down the hall, you looked at different room numbers until you found the right one. Once you did, you bolted into the room and next to your dad. You called for him a few times, but he didn’t respond. Still asleep. Machines beeped around the room, but he seemed okay. As okay as a man with explosion burns and sedation can be, but okay. Once you sat on the chair next to him, you checked your phone to see a missed call from Bruce and a text.

Answer! 💵🖤: Did you make it to Gotham? You: Yes. Just got to the hospital, in my dad’s room. He’s still asleep. Answer! 💵🖤: I’ll be there soon.

You didn’t respond again, but you did think that maybe you should change his contact name. You kept it secret so in case anyone saw your phone, no one would know that it was the Bruce Wayne, but it was a little over-dramatic. Oh well, that didn’t matter right now. You put your phone back in your pocket and just watched your dad, making sure his breathing was okay, and the machines were in order.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there with a blank mind, but you came out of it when the door opened, and Bruce walked in. “Hey,” He said.

“Hey,” You replied, looking away from Alfred for the first time since you put your phone away.

“He’s still out?” He asked.

You didn’t say anything, just nodded, then looked back to your dad. Bruce moved the other chair that was in a corner of the room and sat it next to you. “How was the drive?” Bruce asked.

“I blacked out for most of it, so I guess it was okay,” You told him. You knew Bruce was trying to make small conversation to ease your anxiety about your dad, but you weren’t sure any of it would help.

You saw Bruce nod out of the corner of your eye, still not taking your eyes off Alfred. “How’s work? I noticed you were there late tonight.”

You shrugged. “I like it. And being there late is sometimes how it goes. I’m working on an important story about to be published, and we had to have a last-minute meeting. My friends were waiting for me because we were going to get drinks, but then I came here,” You said.

“The one that answered your phone was interesting,” Bruce said. He was also staring at Alfred, trying his hardest not to make it awkward. But how do you not have awkwardness when you haven’t seen each other in seven years? Sure, you guys exchanged happy birthdays through texts, but Bruce had been traveling up until two years ago, and he’s always busy with work, so you guys were out of touch. Even for holidays you didn’t come back to Gotham, your dad usually came to Metropolis, or you met on vacations.

You stifled a laugh as you thought about how Lois could be. “Yeah, Lois can be a bit intimidating. I think she was more so to you because of the cryptic contact name I have for you.”

“Cryptic?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, remember, I put you in as not your name before I left in case anyone saw it or stole my phone. I didn’t want your number exposed,” You said.

Again, Bruce nodded. “Right, forgot about that. Do you balance out her intimidating people?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation light and not about what happened to Alfred.

“No, I’m the middle. Clark is the pushover,” You said.

“Clark?”

“Yeah, he’s a farm boy from Kansas. Real soft-spoken but a sweet guy. He balances out Lois,” You flashed a small smile. “The three of us work as a team a lot, plus a photographer. It’s a good team.”

Bruce finally looked away from Alfred to look at you, who was still looking at Alfred. “Well, I’m glad Metropolis has been good to you.”

“It has. I do miss being with dad and hanging out with you, though,” You said. Just as you finished that thought, you noticed your dad’s eyes move, and his body shift. Bruce’s head snapped back over to Alfred once he realized he was waking up.

Alfred’s eyes opened slowly, and you were smiling. When he realized it was you sitting in front of him, a smile grew on his face, too. “Am I dreaming?” He croaked out.

“No, dad, I’m here,” You said.

Alfred relaxed in his smile, then shifted his eyes to Bruce next to you. His smile grew upon seeing that Bruce was there, too. His two favorite people in the world were waiting for him.

Bruce’s expression hadn’t changed since he walked in. “I need to talk with you,” Bruce said.

“He just woke up, Bruce; give him a few minutes,” You tried to stop him.

Weakly, Alfred shook his head. “It’s fine. What do we need to discuss?”

Bruce turned to you again. “Do you mind letting me speak with your dad privately for a few minutes?” He asked.

You shot him a small glare, then stood up. “Fine, but only a few minutes.” You told your dad you’d be right back, then left the room and shut the door. You stood outside but couldn’t hear anything since they were talking quietly. You watched your dad’s smile fade and decided you couldn’t watch anymore and pulled out your phone again. You had a few missed texts from Clark and Lois, so you thought it was best to respond to them.

Lois: Let us know when you make it to Gotham Clark: Safely, please! Lois: You should live life on the edge sometimes, Smallville. Clark: Gotham is a lot different than Metropolis. I just want her to be safe. You: I made it safely a little while ago. I’m at the hospital with my dad and Bruce. Lois: Good!

You felt your phone buzz a few more times, but you had already lost focus and abandoned texting. The conversation between your dad and Bruce looked strange. Alfred looked upset at one point, then went back to being calm, and Bruce’s composure never seemed to change. After a few minutes of just watching them, your dad slowly raised his hand and called you in.

Sitting back in the chair, he reached for both yours and Bruce’s hands. “You two are so important to me; you know that,” Your dad said. You thought he would continue, but Bruce caught his attention when he looked out the window, and his eyes followed. There was a weird light in the sky, something you had never seen before. “You should go,” Alfred said, directed at Bruce.

“Right,” Bruce said, slowly let go of Alfred’s hand and stood up. He looked at you once more before leaving. “Call me if anything changes. I have some more work I have to do,” He explained. You nodded, and Bruce left.

Alfred looked back at you, smiling again. “Dad,” You started. “What is that?” You pointed at the window, the weird bat-shaped light.

“It’s the bat-signal, I think it’s called. It tells the Batman he’s needed,” He explained.

“The bat-signal? The who?” You asked again.

Alfred ticked his tongue. “That’s right; you don’t know about him. There’s a man protecting Gotham, working with the police, who wears a bat-shaped suit. I don’t know how the general public feels about him, the Batman,” Alfred elaborated. “Kind of like Superman, but I don’t believe Batman has any superpowers—just a funny suit,” He said. “The Riddler has been leaving notes for him. That’s how I knew there was an explosive. Inside the envelope was a fireproof bag with to the Batman written on the front.”

“Oh, so-” You went to ask another question, but you were cut off by a nurse coming in.

“I’m glad to see you awake, Mr. Pennyworth. How are you feeling?” She asked, and your dad started answering her questions as she marked things down. You let her do her job, just sitting in your chair and waiting. Again, you were distracted by your phone buzzing.

Lois: Good! Clark: Everything going well? Lois: Did you throw your phone out of the window right after you sent that text? Clark: I’m sure she’s just with her dad, she’ll respond when she can. You: Yes, sorry, I was talking to dad. You: Also did you guys know there's a superman opposite in Gotham? Lois: what is that supposed to mean? You: There’s a man who dresses up as a bat to protect Gotham. But he doesn't have any superpowers and people don't like him. Clark: I’ve heard of him, but I've heard it’s a myth. You: he's not a myth, there was something addressed “to the batman” when my dad opened the exploding letter, so… Lois: Bruce Wayne AND a batman? Wow, you have so much to tell us. Lois: also, how’s your dad? You: he’ll be okay and that's all I care about Lois: and Mr. 💵🖤?

As you read that text, you snapped back to reality as the nurse was speaking to you. “I’m sorry, Miss Pennyworth, but we need to run some tests on your dad, and visitors were supposed to leave a while ago,” The nurse said. “You can return in the morning,” She smiled.

��Oh, okay, just let me say goodbye, and I’ll head out,” You said, sending two more texts to your group chat to keep them satisfied.

You: That’s always a loaded question. You: Brb, the hospital is kicking me out and I gotta say bye to him

The nurse typed some more things on her computer while you said goodbye. “Call me if anything changes, dad,” You told him.

“You worry too much,” He smiled, “But I will. Get a good night’s rest. I’m sure you’re tired after your drive,” He said.

“I will, but, uh-”

“Go to the Tower. Your room is still yours,” He answered your question before you could even ask it. “I’ll be okay.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand once more. “Okay, I’ll be back here bright and early,” You promised. One more goodbye and you gathered your bag and coat and exited the room, then the hospital. Before making the drive to Wayne Tower, you checked your phone again and responded to a few more texts.

Clark: do you have a place to stay? You: Yeah, my dad said my room at wayne tower is still mine so I'm just going there. Lois: Your room at Wayne Tower???? Girl, why have you not done an exclusive on Bruce Wayne? Clark: I assume because of her journalistic integrity, Lois Lois: Lame.

Shaking your head at Lois’ last text, you set the phone down and focused on the road. You were worried about going to the Tower and seeing the aftermath of the explosion, but it seemed mostly cleaned up. You used the key that was still on your keyring to get into the residential entrance and head upstairs. You frightened Dory for only a second before she realized it was just you, and you explained why you were there, even if she put it all together.

She bid you goodnight as you walked to your room, and she went back to her place on the couch, anxious out of her mind. But you couldn’t worry about that now; you were exhausted.

—

As soon as the hospital allowed visitors, you were there. You’d been at your dad’s beside all day, save for bathroom breaks and when you went to the cafeteria for food. The doctor assured the both of you that he would make a full recovery, and it’s a good thing he realized it was an explosive and threw it to the other side of the room. If he had been holding it when it went off, things could have been much worse.

Throughout the day, your dad told you what had been going on in Gotham for the last week. You had heard a few things here and there about important people murdered, but that wasn’t your story to cover, and you had been so busy you never got to do your own research. Hearing it from your dad was a bit worrying, especially when he told you why Riddler wanted Bruce dead. Hopefully they’ll both be safe, and the police will catch Riddler soon.

That hope was quickly answered, as later that night, Riddler was caught after shooting Carmine Falcone.

Now, it was almost time for the hospital to close visiting hours, but you convinced the nurse to kick you out last so you could watch the new mayor’s speech. She allowed it, warning you that she could only give you maybe an hour. You thanked her and turned up the volume on the shitty hospital TV. News anchors talked as they waited for Bella Reál to give her electoral speech.

The anchors left the screen as the cameras changed to a live view of Gotham Square Garden, and people celebrated. Just as she was about to start her speech, both you and your dad jumped at the loud, strange noises outside.

“Was that an explosion?” He asked.

You stood up and walked over to the window, only to be met with a few subsequent explosions in the distance. “Holy shit!” You shouted and backed away from the window. At the same time, the celebrations on the TV were gone as “BREAKING NEWS” flashed on the screen, and the anchors returned. They started talking about explosions causing the dam wall to lose its integrity and water is coming into the city. They warn everyone to stay inside if they are, and if you’re outside, to get inside. Many people headed to Gotham Square Garden because so many people were already nearby or the water forced them there.

You pulled your phone out and called Bruce. You had no idea where he was, and you were muttering to yourself, hoping he was at Wayne Tower. But he didn’t answer, and that didn’t ease your worry in the slightest.

“Sweetheart,” Alfred caught your attention. “He’s okay, I promise,” He said. “Trust me.”

“How do you know?” You asked while calling Bruce again.

Alfred sighed. “I just do. He said he was…going to bed early tonight. He sent me a message.”

“So he’s at the Tower?”

“Yes, I believe so. He’s okay,” Your dad assured you. You didn’t stop trying to call Bruce; you needed confirmation. The news reports played behind you, now reporting from inside Gotham Square Garden. People piled in, water quickly surrounding them. Suddenly, Bella Reál was shot: some kind of Riddler followers were there, prepared, ready to take people out. You and your dad watched silently, your phone still dialing Bruce, and the Batman showed up.

You gave up on calling Bruce, but that did not stop you from freaking out. Why isn’t he answering? By now, the number of times you’ve called him, he should’ve woken up and answered. But now you’re worried he’s hurt, too.

“Honey, please just trust me. Bruce is okay,” Alfred tried to promise you. “Take a deep breath and relax with me. It will be all right,” He held his hand out for you to walk back to his side. You slowly took your dad’s hand and sat back in your chair. He watched you take slow, deep breaths like he guided and hoped you would actually relax. How Alfred wished he could tell you why he was so certain Bruce was okay…

Solely for your dad’s sanity, you pretended to fully trust him that Bruce is okay. Inside you may be freaking out, but on the outside, you showed that you were calming down.

For now, the two of you sat in silence, watching the chaotic news report that cut out every few minutes. There was no way you were leaving the hospital now, not until everything calmed down and you could possibly even think about how to get back to Wayne Tower, let alone back to Metropolis. So, with nurses running around the hallways, probably preparing for patients from Gotham Square Garden and others hurt by the flood.

As you sat with your dad, you weren’t sure what to say. You wanted to call Bruce again, but had to hold back. You jumped when you felt your phone buzz, hoping it was finally an update from Bruce. Instead, it was just your friends.

Lois: Just saw what happened in Gotham. Are you ok?? Clark: What did I miss? Lois: A bunch of cars exploded and the city is flooding Clark: What??? You: I’m okay. I’m at the hospital with my dad, visiting hours almost finished but now I’m stuck here until it’s safer to leave. Clark: When do we think that is? You: Not sure. Lots of people are stuck in GSG and the new mayor was shot. Batman is there but the live feed keeps cutting out, so not entirely sure what’s going on. You: Also I’m pretending to not freak out because my dad keeps telling me he’s okay but I’ve called Bruce 20 times and he hasn’t answered. I’m so worried he got caught in the flood and got hurt. Lois: I hope he’s okay and just not seeing your calls. I’m so glad you and your dad are safe. Clark: Me too. Don’t leave the hospital if you can’t get back to Wayne Tower safely. You: I know. But I also can’t wait to get there to see if Bruce really is just sleeping and fine.

The conversation died off, both of your friends offering their support. Now with them updated, there was only one person you needed to hear from.

A few hours later, after barely speaking and your dad falling in and out of sleep, his doctor came into the room. “I don’t want to do this to you and your father, Miss Pennyworth, but with how quickly your father is recovering, we are going to discharge him in the morning,” She told you.

“Discharge him? How are we supposed to get back home with the city underwater?” You asked.

“I have received reports that there will be people, the police, helping transport from the hospital to their homes, so no one else gets hurt. Truthfully, your dad just needs rest and to stay on top of his medicines, and he will make a full recovery. I’m sure he will be happy to be back in his own bed to do so,” She tried to make this situation sound as appealing as possible, but you knew the real reason he was being discharged:

Your dad is in recovery, not active treatment. They’ve run tests and received no damaging results, luckily. But with the city flooding, many more people were hurt and needed active attention; you’re sure they just want the room for other patients. It made sense, but it didn’t make you any less worried about your dad and his condition.

“We will continue to monitor him throughout the night, and if nothing changes, he will be discharged in the morning, and GCPD and volunteers will ensure your safe return home. I am fully confident that Mr. Pennyworth will only prove to get better, granted he takes it easy and takes his medicine,” The doctor continued.

“I understand. I’m not going anywhere, so I’ll see you if anything changes or he’s being discharged,” You told her, and she offered a sympathetic smile and a goodnight before walking to another patient’s room.

Great.

You: lol hospital is kicking my dad out because they need room for flood patients. Clark: Is your dad well enough to leave? You: I guess we’ll find out. The doctor seemed confident that he’s got a perfect recovery but I’m still worried. Lois: How the hell are you getting back to Wayne Tower? The city is underwater! You: Not sure, but the doctor said something about GCPD and volunteers helping people to their homes. Lois: Wow. We’ve got you guys in our thoughts!

You didn’t realize it, but “the morning” is only a few more hours away. This night has already felt like an eternity, waiting for any update on the situation, your dad’s health, and still not hearing from Bruce.

Before you knew it, you were being woken up by your dad shaking your shoulder. “What are you doing out of bed?” You asked him when you realized he was standing.

“We’re leaving,” He said.

“It’s not morning yet?” You said, but it came out as a question.

Alfred looked to the window. “It is. The doctor came in and updated me on what she told you earlier, gave me my medicine, and I signed the discharge papers. A nurse also just came and said the people are ready for us to help us get home,” He explained and grabbed your hand to get you out of the chair.

“You already signed the papers? I haven’t even talked to the doctor!” You tried to object this entire situation.

“Honey,” Your dad started, “I talked to her. She says I will recover fine, and I believe her. Plus, I’m sure they need the room for more urgent matters,” He said, starting toward the door with his hand holding yours.

There was no point in arguing with him; what’s done is already done. This also meant that you finally got to find out if Bruce is okay, like your dad keeps demanding.

Outside, there were people wearing brightly colored vests to direct attention. Depending on where in the city you were, there were different water levels. But, for total safety, some kind of rafts were used for the hospital area since the inner part of the city was very much so underwater.

“Where to?” The man asked your dad.

Alfred told him the address. “It’s the Wayne Tower. I’m the butler,” He quickly explained.

The man nodded and reiterated the information to another man and that man to another man. It seemed like most people were headed to the outer city, away from the major flooding, but Wayne Tower was surrounded by water-filled streets, so it caused for more danger and worry about transporting.

“I’ll take them,” A deep voice offered. “Keep taking others to the outer city. I can get them to Wayne Tower safely,” The fucking Batman assured you, your father, and GCPD.

Just a few days ago, you didn’t even know this man existed, and now he was going to escort you to Wayne Tower?

However, no one objected, and instead, you and your dad were helped into the raft. The transport to the Tower was silent as you watched the quiet city, you tried to not let your anxiety build as you got closer to the Tower. You were hoping that Bruce was just asleep (for multiple days?), but what if he wasn’t? What then?

“The main entrance is blocked by the water, so I will help you in through a window,” Batman said as the raft approached Wayne Tower. If by a stroke of luck, the window you and your dad were going to enter was the hallway where the bedrooms are. Once Batman got the window easily open, he helped your dad inside first, then you. When your feet touched the floor, you ran down the hallway to Bruce’s room and threw the door open.

“Dad, he’s not here!” You said, panicked.

Alfred shook his head. “Perhaps he is downstairs?”

“He hasn’t responded to me in days, something’s wrong,” You ignored his idea and walked back to the window, making close eye contact with Batman. “I know you’re busy, but please, I need to know that Bruce Wayne is okay and safe.”

���He is.”

“How do you know?” You asked, your voice getting louder, worrying that he was lying. How would Batman know?

Batman turned his head to the side. “Miss Pennyworth, I just need you to trust me; he’s okay and safe,” Batman said.

You groaned loudly and threw your hands in the air, clearly frustrated. “How am I supposed to trust you? I don’t know you! How do you know Bruce is okay? He’s not here, but he doesn’t leave the Tower! Ever!” You shouted. “Where would he be? If he left, I’m worried he got caught in the flood!”

“Darling,” Your dad caught your attention. “I’m sure Batman has many important things to do-”

“Yeah! Like find a missing person!” You said. Slowly, Alfred walked closer to you and grabbed your arm, but you didn’t let him get in a word. You tried to walk toward the window again, but your dad had a tough grip on your arm to hold you back. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, but it didn’t work. “I haven’t heard from him in over a day, not even a text! I need you to find him, I need him to be okay!”

Batman’s masked face stayed the same blank expression. “He is okay.”

“Stop telling me that!” You shouted, this time almost breaking away from your dad’s grip, but he was still holding you. “You continuing to insist it only makes me believe the opposite!”

Your dad tried calming you down, putting his other hand on your other arm and turning you to look at him, but you wouldn’t hear it. Finally, Batman said your first name, loud enough to stop your rampage. It shocked you to hear him say your name, which helped in silencing you. Your head turned to the window when he said your name, and you watched when he entered the Tower, shut the window behind himself, and then shut the curtains.

Slowly, Batman looked down, and his hands went up to his face. He grabbed the edge of his mask and lifted it off, you staring in awe. Once the mask was almost fully off, he looked up at you. “I promise, I’m okay,” He—Bruce—said. “Just really busy.”

Your shoulders relaxed, and your dad let go. “Oh,” was all you could croak out.

“Sorry I didn’t answer. I left my phone here,” He said. “I didn’t know you were so worried.”

“Well, yeah!” You expressed, a big sigh following. “I want to say this makes a lot of sense, but I’m gonna need some time to process.”

Bruce cracked the smallest smile and looked to Alfred, who gave him one nod in response. “Okay, you process. I’m going to go help some more people. I will definitely be back tonight, and we can talk about whatever you want,” He said.

“Just be safe,” You advised, and Bruce nodded and exited through the window again after putting his mask back on. Once he was far enough away, you turned around quickly. “He’s Batman?” You asked your dad, voice slightly raised. Again, Alfred only nodded. “If you had told me that, it would have saved me a lot of worrying!”

This time, your dad laughed. “I don’t know about that. I think you would have only worried more.”

You rolled your eyes, not giving him the satisfaction of telling him he was right. After you got him into bed and filled up some water, you felt you could finally relax for the first time since arriving in Gotham. Though, you would be checking on your dad every few hours to make sure everything was okay.

Sitting down on your bed, you checked your phone again.

Clark: Please keep us updated, we’ve been worrying sick about you guys Lois: Yes, please do! You: Dad and I made it back to Wayne Tower. The Batman actually escorted us. Lois: WHAT Clark: So he’s really not a myth then? You: Nah, not a myth. Just kinda weird. Lois: Huh, a man in a bat suit with no superpowers is kinda weird? Never would’ve guessed. Lois: How’s 💵🖤? You: He’s fine, he lost his phone. Lois: Oh, good. Glad he’s okay! Clark: Also, you need to call Perry. We told him your current situation, and he wants you to do a story on your first-hand experience since everyone else is just reporting from afar. You: I hope he likes my review of Gotham Hospital’s food.

—

You called Perry shortly after Clark told you to, and you apologized to him that you weren’t sure when you’d be able to get back to Metropolis because of the flood. He had to understand because there was nothing you could do until there was a safe way out of Gotham. However, he was going to use this opportunity of having one of his reporters literally in the middle of the mess going on in Gotham.

You told him you’d write an article, but it would be focused on the flood. You weren’t comfortable discussing the Riddler’s victims, especially since you didn’t get to Gotham until that was already passed. He was fine with that, mostly worried about getting flood coverage, which you would do.

Between checking on your dad every few hours and trying to write this article, time passed faster than you realized. Before you knew it, the sun was set, and you were starving. Luckily, the kitchen is always stocked, so you could make something for you and your dad to eat, even if he didn’t have much of an appetite.

He ate in bed, and you stayed in the kitchen to eat for easier cleanup. As you scrolled through your phone, replying to Lois and Clark’s random, much less worried, texts, you jumped when you saw Bruce out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh, hey, you scared me,” You watched him approach where you were sitting.

“Didn’t mean to, sorry,” Bruce apologized. “How’s Alfred?”

You shrugged. “He’s resting. I gave him dinner, but I don’t think he’ll eat much of it,” You explained. “Speaking of, I made enough for you; it’s over on the counter,” You gestured toward it. “I figured you’d be hungry after such a long day.”

“I’m not so sure,” Bruce sighed, and instead of going to get the food, he sat across from you. “It’s bad out there.”

“I don’t doubt that, unfortunately. Gotham is already bad enough, now with most of the city underwater...” You trailed off.

“I’m worried about the parts that aren’t flooded, and we can’t get to. Crime will be worse there, and who’s to say what will happen after all the water is gone? Someone’s going to try to claim the area,” Bruce said. “Even I can’t get over to those areas to try to prevent it. It was hard enough to get back here without being spotted.”

You set your fork down and looked into Bruce’s eyes. “Why did you become Batman?”

Bruce didn’t say anything at first, surprised by the question. He coughed, giving himself a few seconds to regain his thoughts. “Uh, a few reasons. My parents, crime in the city,” He said, giving a half-assed answer, but it was good enough for you. “Just the right thing to do.”

“You really had me worried, Bruce,” You said. “I was killing myself over the fact that you weren’t responding to me. I thought you got seriously hurt.”

“I had no idea you were,” He replied. “If I knew, I would have gone about things differently.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You would have told me if you knew I was worried?”

“I don’t know. I only told you because you were nearly having a panic attack, and I couldn’t explain how I knew Bruce Wayne was okay, so the easiest way was to show you,” Bruce explained. “If I knew ahead of time you’d be so worried, I would have at least come up with a better cover story,” He joked slightly, allowing a small smile to crack.

“Yeah, that probably would’ve helped. My dad just kept insisting you were asleep, which didn’t make sense to me. But he was so adamant!” You complained.

You noticed Bruce’s smile fall as he looked serious again. “It’s been so long since you’ve been here that I didn’t think you would care at all.”

“Why wouldn’t I care? I know I’ve been in Metropolis for years, but you’ve always been my friend. Of course, I care!” You said.

Bruce shrugged. “Like I said, it’s been so long. You haven’t been back to Gotham since you left for school. Then you got a career, some good friends, a boyfriend-”

“Boyfriend? Who’s my boyfriend?” You cut him off.

He stared at you for a second, clearly confused. “I thought the guy on your team was your boyfriend.”

“Clark?” You laughed. “No, he’s great, but I have no clue where you got that from,” You said. “He’s in love with Lois, but Lois is in love with Superman.”

“So, he’s not…?” Bruce asked carefully.

“He’s not. What made you think that?” You asked, but Bruce didn’t answer fast enough for your satisfaction. “You just jumped to a conclusion, huh?”

Bruce shook his head in disappointment at himself. “I guess so,” He said. But he totally, totally, did. He heard you talk about that guy once and made a connection that wasn’t even there.

“Were you upset that you thought I had a boyfriend?” You smirked.

“What?”

“Was there even the smallest chance that you were jealous of my boyfriend from Metropolis?” You asked, your smirk still there as you teased Bruce.

Bruce furrowed his face. “Jealous?”

Your smirk turned into a soft smile. “I’m just messing with you, Bruce.”

He nodded, and the conversation died off. You had finished your dinner, so the two of you were sitting there in silence. Bruce was stuck in his head again, trying to deduce if he was jealous. Was he? Was he jealous of this man he thought was your boyfriend? Or was he jealous of your life and how different it is from his? He didn’t know what he was jealous over, but he quickly discovered he was jealous about something.

He might hide himself and his emotions from most of the world, but he grew up with you. If there was one person he was comfortable sharing his emotions with, it was you.

Bruce took a deep breath as he looked at his hands fiddling on the table. “I think I was.”

“Think you were…about what?” You asked, not a clue what he was referencing.

“Jealous,” He repeated. “I think I was jealous. Of the guy.”

You were still confused. He was answering your questions, but the context was not there. “The guy? Clark?”

“Yeah. When I thought he was your boyfriend,” Bruce admitted.

“Oh?” You asked. “You were jealous of my not-boyfriend?” You asked, and you were now putting things together. “How come?”

Bruce huffed when he realized that you were catching on. “Are you going to make me spell it out?”

“Spell what out?” You continued playing dumb.

Now completely sure you were teasing him, Bruce rolled his eyes and stood up. You were still sitting in your chair and watched as Bruce walked around the small table. He stopped when he was right beside you and you turned your body to look up at him, the teasing look still on your face. “Hey,” You said, innocent, as you kept looking up at him standing over you.

“Hey,” He repeated and swiftly put his hand gently under your chin, leaning in and giving you a kiss. It was short and sweet, and he released quickly. Bruce may have pulled back, but he was only a few inches away. “There, does that spell it out?” He asked, now teasing you.

Your teasing look turned into a fuller smile, and you reached up to pull him back in for another kiss. This kiss lasted longer, and without breaking apart, you stood up out of the chair to get closer. Your hands wrapped around each other, and the kiss continued much longer than either of you expected; almost like you’d both been waiting seven years for this.

When you finally released for air, you replied to his question. “I think it spells it out,” You said breathlessly.

This time, Bruce didn’t have anything to reply with besides pulling you back to him. It was definitely something both of you had been waiting for for over seven years, so now was the perfect excuse to make up for lost time. Stuck in Gotham, in a secluded Tower surrounded by water? Yes, making up for lost time seemed like the only option as you two moved from the kitchen and down the hall.

—

You: Bruce thought Clark was my boyfriend. Clark: ?????? Clark: I’ve never even talked to this guy, where did that come from? You: I told him about my job and mentioned you guys, and he jumped to conclusions. Lois: So, how did you find out that he thought that? He asked? You: yeah he asked Lois: and? You: I told him no. You: Completely unrelated, it’s a good thing Gotham and Metropolis are only 3 hours apart. Clark: What are you implying there You: idk You: Also unrelated, he’s a good kisser Lois: YOU LEAVE METROPOLIS FOR THREE DAYS AND YOU’RE KISSING BRUCE WAYNE????? You: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Lois: WELLLLL GOOD MORNING HUH Lois: I cannot wait to hear all about Mr. 💵🖤 Lois: Does this mean I can meet him? Will he give me an exclusive? Clark: I thought I told you the reason she hasn’t done an exclusive with him is because of her journalistic integrity. Lois: Yeah, HERS! Not mine! I can do an exclusive on Mr. 💵🖤 kissing our girl!

You laughed at the texts, trying your hardest not to be loud. You knew telling them would make for a big reaction from Lois, but it was more than you expected. Holding back your laughs only made her texts funnier, especially because you could hear her voice in your head saying them as you read.

“What’s going on?”

You looked to your side to see that Bruce was awake. “Oh, nothing. I was texting with Clark and Lois, and they made me laugh, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” He grumbled and sat up a little to fluff his pillow. “What time is it?”

“Eight.”

Bruce groaned and fell back into his pillow. “Why are you awake so early?”

“I had some important emails to answer. Oh, also, Lois wants to know if you’d give her an exclusive,” You smiled, trying not to laugh again.

He looked at you, no expression on his face. “No,” He said. “I’m going back to sleep until my alarm goes off,” He said and promptly shut his eyes.

“Goodnight,” You shook your head and went back to your phone.

You: He says no. Lois: I’ll break him down. Clark: I don’t know if you should let Lois meet Bruce. You: I think I agree, Clark. Lois: One day he’ll visit Metropolis. Lois: He’ll visit you at the Daily Planet. Lois: And that’s when I’ll strike. Lois: I WILL get that exclusive from the elusive, mysterious Mr. Bruce “💵🖤” Wayne.

You laughed again at Lois’s texts, unable to hold back this time.

“Shhhhhh,” Bruce pleaded, and you quickly apologized. “Put the phone down and go back to sleep,” He mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

You: Good luck with that, Lois. You: But I’ve got to go. I keep laughing and I woke up Bruce. He told me to go back to sleep. Lois: oops Lois: WAIT Lois: HUH? Lois: ARE YOU IN THE SAME BED??? You: talk later! Clark: Bye! Lois: OH I CAN’T WAIT TILL YOU’RE BACK, YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME THEN!

With one more laugh, Bruce’s eyes opened. “I’m begging you,” He reached to push the phone out of your hands, but missed as you were already moving it back to the nightstand.

“I just told them I’d talk later. We can go back to sleep,” You said and adjusted to lay back down fully. “But not for too long.”

Bruce smiled slightly when you faced him, finally ready to go back to sleep.

Oh, this was totally worth the wait.

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Catalyst

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark, Lex, Lois Lane

Word Count: 4503

Warnings: under the influence, pwp, smut, dirty talk, teasing, bondage, bottom!Lex, rimming, anal fingering, anal, Lex is a lil slutty and a lil subby (but only for Clark), coming untouched, Lois is looking *respectfully*, mention of the Justice League, canon divergent

Summary: Turns out all they needed was a little shove in the right direction...

A/N: set in an au where Lex never tried to kill Clark in the Fortress, so no hand issue and no need for Queen blowing him up and no clones needed to repair him. so, I guess, Smallville versions of Clark, Lex, and Lois set in other Superman iterations? idk. I had an idea but it doesn't fit squarely in Smallville canon. Opening dialogue prompted from this list.

"This is wrong." Clark halted his movements, Lex's shirt bunched in his hands, torn open and halfway down the older man's shoulders. 

"So wrong." Lex's voice was a husky rasp as he tilted his head up to close the unwanted distance between them, shimmying his way out of the ruined button-up. "And so fucking right, Clark. Kiss me."

Clark gave in, too dazed and aroused to resist the wet, friction-reddened mouth pressing against his. He let the tatters of expensive cotton flutter to the floor, his hands gripping around Lex's hips and tugging him impossibly closer. He knew, somewhere in the recesses of his brain, that this really, really, shouldn't be happening. He tried to ignore the feel of Lex's tongue slipping over his, oh, so sweet, so slick, and the way their cocks rubbed against each other through thin layers of fabric, to focus through the haze of red clouding his thoughts.

"We…we were…fighting, weren't we? How…oh, God, Lex!"

"Tired of fighting, Clark. Tired of secrets, and lies, of pretending I don't think about this every fucking night." Clark felt Lex's fingers grappling at his belt buckle, his teeth scraping along his jaw. His cock twitched in his pants, throbbing at the pleasurable sting and Lex's rough words sounding in his ear. "Don't care why we're not fighting. That was never what I wanted. This. You, here, like this, hard for me. This is what I've wanted for so long, Clark."

“Shit, Lex…we can’t…I was…angry, at you, some…new experiment with Kryptonite, did you-?”

“That was just a red herring, Clark. It always is.” Lex’s hands moved up from Clark’s unbuckled belt, scrabbling at the tie around his throat, tugging it away to work at the buttons of his shirt. Needed to taste more of that golden skin. “Only way I get to see you anymore is if you’re swooping into my office in that ridiculous costume to yell at me, or snooping around LexCorp with Ms. Lane. And, frankly, Superman, I’m starting to run out of schemes. So, whatever this is, magic, a mutant with some kinky grudge, I don’t care, I’ll take what I can get. You can hate me later.”

“You…you know?”

“Oh, Clark, the second I saw the Red-Blue Blur streaking across the skyline, I knew it was you. How could I not? You could never hide yourself from me as well as you thought. I know you too well.” 

Clark groaned as Lex's teeth scraped over his throat, surprised by how he could feel the slightest sting of pain beneath the pleasure. He'd come to Luthor's office as himself this time, to pose some questions on the latest batch of tests Lois had caught sight of in her constant digging into LexCorp, wanting to see what he could find out as Clark, before rampaging through as Superman like he always did. The last thing he remembered was the two of them yelling at each other about ethics and repercussions, and a flash of red light beaming through the window. When it had cleared, they were wrapped around each other, Lex's lips beneath his, Lex's hands in his hair, his own shredding through Luthor's shirt without a care of the show of strength. 

"Stop thinking, Kent. Use that superspeed of yours and find us a bed before I lay you out over my desk. Not stopping this, Clark, not till we get what I know we've both wanted for over a decade."

Lex's tongue was back in his mouth before he could snap a retort, arms wound around him and clinging. He let himself give in to the desire coursing through him, picking Lex up off the floor and zipping through the tower up to the penthouse. Unerringly, he found the master bedroom, and tumbled Lex onto the orgy-sized bed.

Speeding out of his clothes, he stood bare before Lex, nerves creeping back in as the older man gazed up at him with a hunger more ravenous than any he'd seen in those steel-blue eyes before. His cock, so hard his foreskin had already fully retracted, pulsed out a thick drop of pre-cum, eliciting a groan of want from Lex as he watched it cling from the tip of the jutting erection.

"God, you're beautiful, Clark. Perfect. Just like I knew you would be." Lex tore at his belt as he scrambled further up the bed, desperate to be rid of his pants, to pull Clark to him and feel him, skin on skin. "Shit. Little help?"

Clark smirked a quick Luthor-worthy shark-toothed grin, his eyes flashing red, and pounced. Lex was naked beneath him before he even felt the air whoosh out of his lungs, warm skin pressed against his own from chest to cock. He really didn't know what had triggered the change between them from hurling verbal pain at each other to clinging to each other, sucking face, and he truly didn't care. He'd wanted him for far too long to give up what might be the only chance to know what it felt like to be fucked by Clark Kent. And from the feel of the thick cock brushing against his own as Clark's lips latched onto his throat, he was going to enjoy every inch of it. Arches his head back to press into the mouth sucking bruises into porcelain skin that he hopes will last more than a day or two, legs spreading to accommodate the width of Clark's hips. He trails his hands up the brunette's sides, one digging clawed fingers into a shoulder, the other tangling into thick hair he's only dreamed of learning the silky-softness of. 

"Jesus, Clark, just take me already. Trust me, I don't need foreplay right now. We can be soft and sweet next time," Lex groaned half in arousal, half in frustration, as Clark began slowly moving down his body, licking and nipping at random points of skin. "I want it hard, Clark, rough, and raw, and everything you couldn't be with anyone else. You know I won't break so easily."

"Fuck!" Clark didn't curse often, hard to just leave behind the two decades of small-town politeness drilled into him, but it was worth it to feel the subsequent shudder that ran through the lithe body beneath him. He was so hard it hurt, Lex's urgency thrilling him to a level of desire he couldn't remember feeling with any other lover he'd had. "What do you want, Lex? My mouth, my cock…my ass? Tell me, baby. Anything, everything, anything you want, and I'll do it. There's nothing I haven't already imagined when it comes to you, Lex."

And just where had Clark learned to talk like this, Lex wondered as he groaned louder, pulling at his hair to urge him back up, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss, tongue teasing along Clark's, memorizing the precise dimensions of that mouth he'd spent far too many nights fantasizing about. Superman presented himself to the public as this otherworldly Boy Scout, all wholesome and polite, and here he was, spouting filth that would probably make even Lois blush. Let it never be said Lex Luthor couldn't dish it out as good as it was served.

"Want you to fuck me, Clark", Lex panted against his lips, nipping harshly at the bottom one. "Dreamt about that huge cock filling me, splitting me open so I feel it for days, leaving me aching when I have to sit through meeting after meeting. Want to be spread open for you, taken…make me yours, Clark, make me scream, make me beg."

Clark had to close his eyes at the unexpected burning he felt building up, his control slipping at the onslaught of dirty talk. His heat vision hadn't reacted that way to his arousal in years, but then, he hadn't felt this much need for someone since he and Lex had become embittered towards each other. Only someone like Lex could test his resolve this way. One of his favorite fantasies popped into his head as Lex spoke, fire tingling behind his eyelids at the images flashing through his mind. 

Once he was back under control, he did a quick scan of the room and sped off the bed, grabbing what he was searching for from various drawers. Setting the lube beside Lex just as the older man registered the movement, he held up the handful of silk with another shark smile. Lex's breath hitched, and he nodded at the unspoken question in Clark's gaze, limbs spreading out to the corners of the bed.

"Do it."

Before Lex could blink, his hands were secured to the newels of the headboard by the expensive ties Clark had rooted out, tight enough to keep him in place without cutting off circulation, and Lex couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy at the font of knowledge he didn't know the Kryptonian had possessed. He pushed it aside as Clark laid himself back over him, deciding it better to take advantage of the gained experience rather than sulk or rage at not having been the one to teach him.

"Let's see just how flexible you are, Lex." Using the other two ties, Clark bound Lex's feet beside his hands, folding the businessman practically in half. Kneeling back, he looked Lex over, his cock leaking pre-come at the sight of him spread open for the taking. Lex's cock bobbed, hard and proud and leaking, against nearly-washboard abs, surrounded by a smattering of coppery curls, and as Clark's gaze drifted lower, he could just see the tiny hole twitching from between slightly spread pale cheeks. "God, Lex, all the times I imagined you like this, all the times I've x-rayed through the layers you hide behind, never did you justice. So sleek, and smooth, and yet, still so fit. Look how your muscles flex and strain like this. Gonna put them to a true test tonight, baby."

Lex twisted against the ties holding him in place, wishing he'd turned over before allowing Clark to strap him down. At least then he'd be able to get some much needed friction on his aching cock. All the times he had pictured himself at Clark's mercy, or vice versa, had never been this intense, and he just knew that by the time this was over, he was going to have come harder than he ever had before. He couldn't hold back the moan that fell from his lips as Clark finally reached out and touched him, that huge, warm hand stroking down the back of his left thigh, fingers trailing down to the curve of his up-turned buttocks. God, he must look every bit the wanton slut, trussed up like this, but, fuck, if he didn't revel in it. 

"Clark…"

Clark felt a thrill of possessiveness rush through him at the slight whine in Lex's voice, the word full of need, but not yet a real plea. Bending down, he swiped his tongue through the growing puddle of pre-come pooling on Lex's stomach, growling in pleasure at the taste of him, and the twitch of muscles that rippled across his torso at the touch. Nothing was hidden from him now, every bit of skin bared to his sight, emotions clearly written on Lex's face, everything Lex had tried to keep from him, revealed in the depths of those stormy blue eyes. 

With his cock throbbing against his own abdomen, Clark followed his own hidden desires, taking the tip of Lex's erection into his mouth, suckling the bulbous head briefly before releasing it. Lex groaned out his displeasure at the too-brief contact of wet warmth around his cock, the sound going high at the end as that slick tongue trailed down the shaft of his aching length.

Clark would've been content to suck Lex down, to taste him as he poured down his throat, but his cock had other plans, needing the tightness promised by that enticing pink pucker teasing his sight from beneath the heavy, full testicles as he licked and teased his way further down between Lex's stretched and straining legs. He relished the whimpers Lex voiced when he mouthed at his balls, engulfing first one, then the other, in the heat of his mouth, letting his tongue roll around each, unconsciously cataloging the weight and give of them. 

Releasing the right sac with a hint of suction, he continued his downward path, tongue licking over the sensitive patch of skin beneath them and trailing slickly down, along the perineum, nose pressing into damp flesh and inhaling the musky scent as he neared his target. He braced his hands against the tautened muscles of Lex's thighs as the older man strained against his bonds again at the first flick of his tongue over the furled ring of muscle, keeping him in place as he licked around the rim of puckered flesh. 

"Oh, fuck! Clark…shit, never thought you'd - oh, yeah. Yeah, baby, like that, just like that." Lex tried futilely to buck up onto the slick appendage teasing his asshole, his cock leaking steadily at the knowledge that it was Clark, his Clark, giving him the rimjob of his life. That broad, nimble, tongue lapping over his hole, dipping into it, humming noises of hunger and satisfaction like he was devouring a fresh slice of homemade pie. No one had ever eaten him out with such naked enthusiasm. "Christ, Clark, in me. Want you in me."

Ever the people-pleaser, Clark smirked against the saliva-slickened hole, thrusting his tongue into it, deep as he could. Using his x-ray vision to help guide him, he flicked the tip of his tongue repeatedly against Lex's prostate, his grip tightening around his thighs as he renewed his thrashing at the sensation. He'd never done this before, though he knew of the act's existence. Never wanted to. Never wanted to be this intimate with anyone else, knowing he would only have been imagining Lex in their stead anyways. Everyone knew how obsessed Lex was with Superman, no one knew just how much the reverse was also true. He craved every part of the man he'd thought was his enemy, his body, his heart, his soul, everything. He'd stopped fooling around with men after college, realizing it wasn't fair to them when all he saw was Lex when he fucked them. Women were easier, kept him in the moment, with their soft curves and softer voices, not as likely to leave him biting back the wrong name as he shouted out his release. And now he had him. He tasted better than he had ever dared to imagine, musky and masculine, dark and raw and thrilling beyond belief. 

"Clark! Oh, God, stop, you have to…too close, Clark. Don't wanna come yet. Not till your cock is in me."

After a final flick, Clark relented, his mouth retreating from the glistening pucker. Quickly, he snatched up the lube he'd set aside, warming the cool gel before slicking up his fingers. As he circled a finger around the twitching rim, he turned his head to kiss along Lex's left leg, nipping lightly at the corded tendons to feel the muscles spasm minutely between his teeth, trailing his mouth up to the slender ankle. Tongue laving over the sole of his foot, Clark slid his forefinger into the twitching hole, pleased to find Lex relaxing into the stretch so easily. 

Lex arched his head back into the pile of pillows as Clark's finger sank into him, the slick digit nearly as thick as his tongue. Between that and the attention being paid to his foot, of all places, he felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin, shivers of arousal coursing through him with each new movement from his alien lover. He knew sex with Clark would be far from ordinary, how could it not be? But this…oh, this was beyond any scenario even his overactive imagination could have conceived. He didn't know how he had managed to keep from coming this long, every move Clark made was orgasm-inducing in and of itself. It was merely the thought of that thick, steel-hard cock finally thrusting into him that kept him holding out. He'd never edged himself like this before with any other lover, delayed gratification had never been his thing. But Clark, Clark was worth the wait. After years of it, what were a few more minutes, here or there? 

"More. God, Clark, more."

"Shit, Lex, you're beautiful like this. Your eyes, so wild and open, showing me everything. Tell me we won't go back to how it was before, Lex." Clark slipped another finger in beside the first, scissoring the digits as he watched Lex's face, his head leaning against his foot, nosing at the smooth skin. "Tell me we're done pretending. Can't go back to acting like I hate you, Lex, I won't. I'll never be able to look at you and not see this. The honesty on your face as I fuck my fingers into you."

"Oh, Jesus Christ! No, Clark. We won't go back to that. I'm done pretending." Lex was panting, forcing the words out between thrusts of nimble fingers. "Now that I know what you look like underneath those cheap suits and…brightly colored spandex…I can't fake the anger anymore. If you ever yell at me, oh, God, I'll only remember all the other things that pretty mouth can do. Fuck, another finger, Clark, stretch me wide for you."

Clark obliged, the third finger a tight fit as he tried to ready the loosening hole for the girth of his cock. He knew he was big, bigger than most human males, and he didn't want to cause Lex any undue pain, regardless of the healing abilities the older man possessed. They'd caused each other enough unwanted pain to last a lifetime.

"Now. Please, Clark," Lex begged, flexing harshly against the ties strapping him down, growing desperate as he tried to fuck himself on the broad fingers spearing him. "Please, fuck me. I want to feel you, your cock, oh, fuck, please."

Clark growled at the sound of Lex Luthor pleading with him so wantonly, the megalomaniac façade gone, just Lex, as he was always meant to be with Clark, needy and uncaring of showing it. He could feel the last few bits of whatever it was that had overtaken him fading away, leaving him with only the pure lust he had harbored for his former friend, still just as strong, still unfettered and raw. And judging by the growing, uncharacteristic but so obviously honest, desperation Lex was displaying, the effects of the flash of red light were leaving him, too. At least he could come away from this without the guilt of thinking he'd done anything to Lex that he didn't truly want. 

Easing his fingers out, Clark slicked his throbbing cock and positioned the head at the rim of the stretched hole, moving to brace his hands on either side of Lex's head. He kept his gaze locked with Lex's as he started to slowly push into him, watching every minute reaction as his cock stretched him even further than his fingers had. Pausing when the body beneath him stiffened, Lex's breath hitching in his throat, he held himself halfway in, waiting for the nod to continue. The feeling of Lex surrounding him so securely, his hole clenching and grasping around the shaft of his cock, set the fire tingling behind his eyes again, and he gritted his teeth against the threatening loss of control. Inch by inch, tortuously slow for both of them, he sank into Lex. 

"Yes," Lex gasped out, as Clark finally bottomed out within him, the sting of the stretch only adding to the pleasure of the fullness he felt from the huge cock invading him. He suddenly regretted being tied up, wanting nothing more than to wrap his limbs around the broad body looming above him, clutch Clark tightly to him, keep him from ever leaving his body, this bed. "God. So big. Oh, fuck, never felt so full."

Clark heaved a gusting breath as he took control of himself, fighting back the urge to thrust hard and fast into the still-adjusting body pinned beneath him. He dipped his head and captured Lex's lips with his own, kissing him deeply and hungrily as he felt the tight grip around his cock slowly relax. 

"Move," Lex moaned against his lips, trying to buck down on Clark's cock, his own twitching and leaking profusely against his stomach. "Please, Clark, oh, God, need you to move!"

Clark bit at Lex's lip, pulling back at the waist to give him what he was begging for. Faster than Lex could track, Clark reached up and untied the silk wrapped around his ankles, guiding his legs around his hips as he thrust back into him. Lex yelped out in pleasure, his heels digging into the small of Clark's back. 

"God, you're so tight, Lex. So perfect. Can't believe how well you take all of me, baby. Never been able to fuck anyone like this."

"Told you, Clark. You don't have to be so careful with me. Want it hard." To make his point, Lex bucked his hips, meeting Clark's next thrust with a deep moan. "Wanna feel you, oh, fuck, yeah, all of you. Everything you can't be with anyone else, be it with me. Let it go, baby, and fuck me."

"Fuck."

Kneeling up and gripping Lex's still-bound hands in his own, Clark did as Lex pleaded, his next thrust going as hard and fast as he dared, Lex's nails digging uselessly into the back of his hand as he held on tight. Lex arched into it with a loud, delighted moan, stretching his neck taut to mouth at the edges of Clark's collarbone. Taking the approval at face value, Clark thrust again, starting a quick rhythm of in and out, speed building up slightly past the limits of human motion. 

"Oh, yeah, fuck, Clark, that's it. That's it, baby. Shit! Right there, please, Clark, right there." Lex felt Clark's cock pummeling his prostate, every thrust splitting him open anew, and he could feel his balls pulling up, his climax nearing the point of no return. He hadn't come untouched since he was a teenager, but he knew it was damn well going to happen now. And soon. "Don't stop! Oh, God, fuck, don't stop, baby, please. So close, Clark. So fucking close. Ohh…I love you, Clark Kent."

The last was uttered in so soft a whisper, Clark barely heard it. His rhythm faltered for the briefest fraction of a second, time slowing as he looked down into Lex's face, seeing the truth there. Time went back to normal speed as he ripped the ties from around Lex's hands, needing him free to move with him. Fingers immediately tangled in his hair, tugging him down to a pleading, gasping mouth. He kept thrusting into Lex, arms wrapping around him to pull him close, his own orgasm threatening on the edges of his control.

"I love you, too, Lex Luthor. I never stopped. Oh, God, Lex, I've always loved you, through everything. Come for me, baby, let go. Let me see you." 

Lex's eyes, wide and wild, were watery as he cried out once more, his cock pulsing between their close-pressed bodies. Clark rode him through his orgasm, groaning at the renewed tightness of clenching muscles around his aching cock, stray drops of come landing high on his chest. 

"Beautiful. So beautiful when you come, Lex. Oh, just fucking perfect."

Capturing sobbing lips with his own, Clark thrust one last time and stilled, his own release rocketing through him. He felt Lex's cock spurt again, an unexpected second climax catching them both by surprise as Clark filled his twitching hole, swallowing down Lex's moan. 

Lex's limbs flopped limply to the mattress as he came down from his release, drained of more than just the come that covered them both. Clark, still embedded deep within him, collapsed lightly onto him, taking care not to cause injury, breathing harshly into his neck as he pulled him close. 

Neither of them had recovered from their explosive orgasms before the door to the bedroom swung open with a resounding slam as it bounced back off the wall. Lois Lane stood in the doorway, staring at them, her face caught somewhere between disgust and lust as she took in their bare, tangled bodies. 

"Dammit! Bruce said the spell would be worn off by now." She started marching across the large room, gathering up articles of clothing at random and tossing them on the bed. "Guess he didn't account for the red Kryptonite enhancement skewing the timetable."

"Lois."

"I don't care what your monkey brain is telling you right now, Smallville. Get dressed and release the evil CEO."

"Lois!" Clark snatched up the pair of pants thrown at his head, scrambling into them to hide his most private bits. Lex, of course, just stretched his sore muscles, spreading out like the Adonis he was, unabashed by his nakedness.

"No, Clark. You may think sex with Lex is what you want, but that's just the red K talking, okay?"

"God damn it, Lois! Stop. Whatever happened, it wore off at least twenty minutes ago. And red Kryptonite has never made me do anything I didn't want to, only took away any reasons I might have had for not acting on it. Now, please, leave."

Lois dropped the torn remains of Clark's shirt, turning back to face them again, unable to stop her gaze from drifting over towards Lex's lithe frame draped across the bed.

"Fine. But you are debriefing the League about this. I am so not going to be the one who tries to make Ollie understand that Lex is now untouchable."

"Goodbye, Ms. Lane", Lex drawled from where he was snuggling into the pillows. "Tell the Bat, no hard feelings, huh?"

With an eye roll and a huff, Lois stormed back out, the door swinging shut with another slam. Clark sank back onto the bed, somewhat deflated. He felt the mattress shift as Lex sat up, his hand sliding up to rest on the back of his shoulder.

"Guess you'll need to head off the calvary before they come barging in, too, hmm?"

Barely pausing to think about it, Clark took Lex's hand in his, tugging his pants back off with the other as he rolled over to face him. Pulling Lex into his arms, he waited until the older man finally met his gaze. 

"They can wait. I've more than earned a little vacation time."

Lex smirked and allowed Clark to maneuver them both under the comforter, letting himself fall asleep in the warm embrace of the only man he'd ever loved. If Clark wasn't going to freak out over the events of the evening, then why should he? It had taken them nearly a decade to get here, and they deserved to enjoy it.

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