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“Wait, so how did he find out you are Superman?” Lois asked the next morning over breakfast.
“You don’t have your tape recorder.” Clark said, motioning at her with a fork.
“I won’t include this in the book, I’m just curious how he found out. Did you tell him or…”
“It’s a long story.” Clark waved her off, “You sure you want to hear it?”
“Yes, I was up all night waiting for part two.”
Clark chuckled, “Okay, since you’re so invested.”
……
Bruce was hoping that maybe just maybe Clark got caught in traffic or forgot about the interview completely, but then he saw that stupid mess of black hair and glasses that framed those unforgettable blue eyes approaching him.
“Bruce Wayne?” Clark said, walking up to him, “Is this a good time for an interview?”
Bruce rolled his eyes and sat the glass of champagne he had been holding on a ledge next to them.
“You know you don’t have to be this formal when we’re alone.” Bruce said, walking with Clark to a quieter part of the building for the interview.
“So uh…” Clark awkwardly rolled back on his heels, “how have you been?”
“Fine.” Bruce said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants, “About the same since you saw me yesterday.”
Clark nodded, “So uh…interview time or do you want to just talk for a bit?”
“Don’t you have a deadline for the interview?” Bruce said.
“Ya,” Clark rubbed the back of his neck, “I guess we can start with that.”
“Alright,” Bruce leaned against the wall of the hallway they were standing in, “interview me Clark Kent.”
Clark blushed and the use of his full name, “So Mr. Wayne, what are you hoping this new hospital wing will provide for the citizens of Gotham?”
“Well, I’m hoping that it provides the care that so many need. There’s never enough beds in this place for kids who are struggling and I’m hoping this new wing provides the space for them to heal.”
“Do you hope to dedicate more money towards this hospital for similar reasons in the future? You seem very passionate about it.”
“Well that’s what I do with my family's fortune, I help those less fortunate in this city, especially the kids, they deserve to feel safe in the city they live in.”
Clark nodded as he wrote down notes in his notepad. Bruce couldn’t help but notice how his hair fell in his face, the small curl perfectly placed on his forehead. Clark had his lips firmly pressed together the faster he wrote in the notebook, when he looked back up he made eye contact with Bruce, who was very clearly staring at the man.
“I do have a question for you Clark?” Bruce said suddenly after a beat.
Clark’s cheeks flushed as Bruce stepped closer to him and slowly began to play with his tie.
“Do you want to go home with me tonight? It’s an awfully long drive back to Metropolis.” Bruce whispered in his ear as he leaned into Clark’s frame.
Clark shuddered at the feeling of warm breath against his ear and neck.
“What’s wrong?” Bruce said, smiling against Clark’s neck, “Is someone nervous?”
“No.” Clark let out breathlessly, “I…mgngh” he groaned as Bruce’s fingers caressed the back of his neck, making a small feeling of warmth prickled down his back and into his stomach. He felt warm breath against his neck then soft lips and he leaned into the touch.
“We should leave now.” he whispered into Bruce’s hair.
“Alright.” Bruce smiled, pulling his head back up to look at Clark, “I’ll meet you out back in 20 minutes. Don’t let anyone see you leave with me.”
“I know the drill.” Clark said, quickly shoving his notepad and pen into the messenger bag he had brought along, a toothbrush and toothpaste shoved in the bottom because well, he knew this would happen.
20 minutes later he was sitting in the back of Bruce’s car with Bruce’s hand in between his thighs, gently drawing small circles on the fabric of his pants with his thumb. Clark’s face was flushed and by the time they reached Wayne Manor his pants felt so tight he was sure they'd rip.
Bruce’s room was the same as it always was, dark, broody, covered in black fabric. Clark stuck out like a sore thumb among the darkness, he was a bright light in the darkness Bruce tended to shroud himself in.
“You ever think of adding something more joyful in this room?” Clark said, making his way to the bed (he knew the drill).
“I already have you.” Bruce said, climbing atop Clark’s lap, his thighs straddling his hips.
That made Clark blush even more and he guided Bruce’s hands down to the button on his pants. Bruce did as he was instructed and unbuttoned his pants, slowly zipping down his fly before running his cool slender fingers along the waistband of Clark’s boxers.
“You know,” Bruce said, “I told Alfred yesterday night was the last time.”
“Did you?” Clark said, pulling Bruce closer to him, hands gripping his hips.
“Ya but there’s just something about you in a suit and that stupid curl of hair that falls in your face.”
Clark chuckled, “I see. So I’m assuming tonight also won’t be the last time.”
“Shhhh.” Bruce shushed him, finger gently touching his lips, “Lets just focus on now.”
Clark smiled and grabbed Bruce’s face in his hands, pulling him down to kiss him. He moved his fingers through his hair and let Bruce kiss him down to his hip bones, shuddering with each touch of his lips. Bruce raised himself up and began to unbutton his shirt, throwing it to the side where both their clothes would soon form a pile. Clark gently traced the scars on Bruce’s biceps and chest, he never asked about them, sensing the man didn’t want to discuss anything outside of sex with the other. His grip tightened when he felt Bruce slide his hand inside his boxers, gently caressing him. The two began to melt into each other, feeling hot breath on each other's necks as they touched.
“Clark.” Bruce whispered in his ear, “I need you.”
Clark moved his hands from Bruce’s hips to the button on his pants, quickly sliding them off him. Then he was on his back, Clark’s hand gently supporting his back as he flipped positions with the man. He kissed Bruce’s hip bone before taking him in his mouth.
Bruce shuddered and dug the back of his head into the bed, his hips bucking up from the warm feeling quickly filing his lower stomach. When they were both finished they laid breathless next to each other in the bed, Clark slowly wrapping a hand around Bruce’s waist and pulling him in close, his heartbeat reverberating throughout his chest.
“I like whatever this is.” Clark whispered, kissing Bruce on the neck before sitting up to go wash himself off in the shower.
“I think I do too.” Bruce responded once he heard the water running.
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Clark was fast asleep when Bruce slipped out from under the covers and made his way down to the kitchen in search of water. That’s when he saw the symbol in the sky, a giant bat in the middle of a brightly lit circle. He slipped out that night in hopes Clark would sleep soundly the whole night.
In the morning Clark woke to an empty bed with the sound of the shower running. Sitting up he yawned and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth when he ran into Bruce exiting the shower at the same time. He had a towel wrapped around his waist with wet hair dripping on the floor.
“What’s with the,” Clark motioned to the smeared black kohl around Bruce’s eyes.
“Nothing.” Bruce said flatly, “I thought you would be gone by now.”
“I have today off.”
“No you don’t.”
“Well I didn’t get much from our interview last night, I figured I’d ask you a couple more questions this morning.”
“Fine.” Bruce said, walking out of the bathroom, “I’ll have Alfred make extra coffee.”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“You are an odd one Clark.” Bruce said from the bedroom, “Sometimes I wonder if you’re even from this planet.”
“And if I wasn’t?”
Bruce laughed, “Very funny. I’ll see you downstairs.”
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“You’re bleeding.” Alfred said when Bruce walked into the kitchen.
“Shit not again.” Bruce said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the giant gash in his arm that had split open again, “I thought I did a good job with those stitches last night.”
“Does your little guest know about this?”
“Clark? I don’t think he noticed.”
“So you’re using his name now.” Alfred said, pulling two mugs out of a cabinet.
“He doesn’t drink coffee.”
“Oh I know. This is for me.” Alfred said, “I offered him some one time and he declined.”
“Hey uh Bruce?” Clark said from the kitchen doorframe, “I have to go, something came up at work and they need me there. Can we finish the interview later?”
“Sure.” Bruce waved him off, “I’ll let you know if I’m free tonight (he was).”
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” He waved back and quickly scrambled out of the manor.
……
Clark slammed against the concrete, feeling the bones in his right arm snap in half on impact.
“Where is your Superman now?” a loud speaker shouted above him. His head was pounding and he tried to stand up. It hurt to breathe and his jaw was broken. Coughing his saw red splatter on the concrete beneath him and he fell back down. He needed to heal and fast but something seemed to be hindering that ability, that’s when he saw the right green shard of Kryptonite sticking out of his calf. Luthor had shot at him with pure kryptonite, that’s why everything hurt more than usual. Reaching down he pulled it out, burning his hand in the process. Once it was out of his leg he had enough strength left to fly up from the ground but was immediately hit back down by one of Luthor’s raptors. He decided the only option left for him was to go to the fortress of solitude and heal but he didn’t have enough strength to get there. Crawling to an alley in defeat, the only place he thought of in that moment was Wayne Manor. It was closer and he already knew about Bruce’s nightly excursions in a bat suit so he knew he could trust him. It was his only chance of healing enough to survive, so without thinking about it he flew to the Manor, collapsing on the front step holding his ribs as his body finally gave out.
……
“That’s not a long story.” Lois said, “You got hurt, flew to Wayne Manor and got all fixed up I guess.”
“I’m not finished.” Clark said.
……
Clark opened his eyes and saw Bruce’s ceiling above him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were Superman.” Bruce said, causing Clark to jerk his head to the right of him, coming face to face with Bruce who was seated in a chair at his bedside.
“It wasn’t important.” he responded
“Sure.” Bruce responded, “You just figured you’d pass out on my front doorstep and let me find you near death, and that’s how I’d find out.”
“Bruce I’m sorry I–”
Bruce cut him off by waving a hand, “It doesn’t matter. You took quite a beating, I’m just glad you’re still alive.”
“Sorry about this.” Clark said, “I just couldn’t make it anywhere else, I got shot with Kryptonite.”
“I figured as much.” Bruce said, pointing to the veins on Clark’s hand, “It looks like you got poisoned.”
Clark coughed, cringing as he held his ribs, “It’ll take me longer to heal because of it.”
Bruce nodded, “Just rest.” he said, resting a hand on his, “I need you to stay alive.”
Clark blushed, “Need me?”
“Yes Clark. I need you to stay alive, do you know how it would look if they found you dead in my house. I can see the headlines now, Superman found dead in Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne taken in for questioning.”
Clark laughed, immediately regretting it as his ribs screamed at him. He winced and gripped his side.
“Sorry.” Bruce said, gently grabbing his hand, “I shouldn’t make you laugh with broken ribs.”
“Do you want to join me?” Clark said, patting the spot next to him in the bed.
Bruce stared at the spot for a second then got out of the chair, curling up against Clark, making sure he didn’t put any wait on him out of fear of hurting him.
“I’m just glad you’re okay.” he said, his voice breaking, “When I first saw you on the front step I thought…” he gulped back some tears.
“Hey.” Clark said, wrapping his good arm around Bruce, letting him rest his head on his chest, “I’m okay. I’m Superman, remember?”
Bruce smiled and let out a small laugh, “Ya, I’m just glad you’re alive.”
…..
Lois smiled, “Awe he cared about you. Whatever made you two end it?”
“I don’t want to get into that.” Clark said sternly.
“Okay.” Lois said, “I won’t pry.”
“We should head out or we’ll be late for work.” Clark said, looking at his watch.
“Could always blame it on traffic.” Lois said, smiling.
Clark rolled his eyes, “I’ve used that enough they won’t believe me.”
“You might be right about that.” Lois said, getting up from her chair at the kitchen table.
“I am right.” Clark retorted as they headed out the front door.
“Just this once.” Lois said, “Just this once.”