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As predicted, the annual Wayne gala was as dull as ever. The highlight had been Dick deciding to swing from chandelier to chandelier, and no, you didn’t have anything to do with a particular bet that said he couldn’t. He’d earned several shocked gasps from the guests and Bruce had spontaneously sprouted several more grey hairs that he liked to pretend he didn’t have. Other than that, the whole event had been rather tedious.
At least Bruce hadn’t scrimped on the food, you thought, helping yourself to a few more mini sandwiches, and the eye candy wasn’t all that bad either. One piece of eye candy in particular.
Dressed a tux, Clark Kent was working the Bond vibe. If Bond was an awkward nerd who looked about ready to rip the whole outfit off and get back into some jeans and flannel that is. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind it if he did. Both the ripping off clothes and the jeans and flannel part. Clark could look good in anything. Or nothing. You weren’t fussy.
You hadn’t spoken to him yet. He’d been busy being a good journalist and covering the event. But now he was just talking to Diana, so you meandered your way over, plucking up a champagne flute as you went.
Clark spotted you first, his face instantly lighting up into a giant grin. “Y/N!"
"Hey, Clark,” you smiled, coming to stand next to them. “Diana.”
“Y/N,” she greeted, moving in for a hug.
“You look beautiful, I love that dress,” you said, kissing Diana’s cheek, before turning to Clark. “You scrub up pretty well too.”
“Thanks. You look…okay. I MEAN-” Clark cut himself off, cheeks flushing.
“I think what Clark was trying to say, Y/N, is that you look beautiful too,” Diana stepped in, effectively saving the Kryptonian from trying to rescue himself and cause any more embarrassment.
“Yeah. That.” Clark fiddled with his glasses, meeting your eyes for a moment before looking away again.
Diana just laughed with a shake of her head. “You’re here by yourself?”
“Mmm. Thought about making use of that plus one, but decided against it.”
“No one caught your eye?”
“Nah. You know how that song goes, ‘it’s gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet’,” you answered looking pointedly at Clark who just played with his glasses again while looking even more flustered.
Diana gave you a look, one that said to stop teasing him.
You were all saved by Bruce appearing at the top of the grand stairs to give a ‘thank you’ speech. You got bored halfway through, so found yourself wandering outside to get a breath of fresh air. There was only so much stuffy, over-priced cologne one could stand anyway. Winding up on a patio overlooking the copious amount of garden Wayne Manor contained the drone of the party quieted behind you, letting you stand in peace and enjoy the cool evening air.
“Hey there, sweetheart, want some company?” So much for peace and quiet.
You turned to face the newcomer. You didn’t recognize him, but he’d perfected the creepy old man vibe. “I’m fine. Thanks.” You looked away but your curt answer didn’t seem to deter him.
“A lovely thing like you shouldn’t be out here all alone,” he said, sidling up next to you against the patio railing.
You spared him another glance. You could take him if he decided to get handsy. “Perfectly happy being alone.”
“You’re saying you don’t want me here? Don’t even want to get to know me?”
“Finally, the dim bulb brightens.”
“Do you know who I am? There are thousands of people who’d pay to even spend five minutes with me!”
“Well, why don’t you go and find one of them then?”
“You listen-”
“I think it’s you who should be listening, Sir.” A newcomer spoke and you recognized the voice immediately.
“I don’t think I asked your opinion, now kindly be-” the man sounded pissy as he moved to face Clark, but the words died when he discovered the Kryptonian towering above him. Trying to save face, he scowled up at Clark. “And who are you to think you can tell me what to do?"
"Clark Kent. With the Daily Planet.” Clark extended a hand with a charming smile, the other man narrowing his eyes he took it. You had to suppress a laugh when Clark tightened his grip, the smile staying in place as he crushed the man’s hand. The other yelped, trying to pull back to no avail. “As I said, I think you should listen and leave.”
Clark released his hand, the man jerking it back and clutching it. He didn’t say anything but held the sore limb to his chest as he rushed to scurry away.
Once he was out of earshot, you snorted a laugh. “That was the highlight of my night.”
Clark smiled and stepped next to you. “Are you okay?"
"I’m fine. I could’ve taken him.”
“I know. But a sore hand and a bruised ego causes less of a fuss than a broken nose and a concussion.”
Alright so he had a point. “I guess I can let you play superhero this one time.”
Clark chuckled. “I’m flattered.” He took a spot leaning against the railing with you. He was silent for a few minutes, and you were fine with it. One of the things you loved about Clark was how the two of you could always just be together and be at ease. “You know, Diana was right earlier,” he said at last, breaking the silence. “You do look beautiful tonight, Y/N.”
“Thank you. Same to you, though I think I prefer the flannel.”
“So do I.” Clark shifted so his body was facing yours. “Did you mean what you said? About, the, uh-"
"Superman sweeping me off my feet? Yes.”
Clark nodded, and you watched as he removed his glasses. He was working his way up to something, and you hoped it was the one thing you’d been waiting forever for. “Will you let this Superman sweep you off your feet?"
He was being so adorably sincere, but you couldn’t help it. You snorted again. "Clark Kent that is the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard. You could’ve just said ‘hey Y/N wanna go on a date and kiss my ridiculously soft-looking lips?’"
Clark laughed, gracing you with the grin that always made your heart flip, the one that looked like sunshine personified. "Y/N…would you like to go on a date?”
“I would love that. About time you asked.”
“I wanted to make sure.”
“You old romantic.”
“So, you think about my lips a lot?"
You shrugged, giving him a coy smile. "I mean, I’ve thought about them some, yeah.”
Taking a step closer, Clark lowered his head, “I’ve thought about yours too.”
“Oh yeah? How about we stop thinking and start doing?"
"That’s a plan I can get behind.”
Closing the gap, Clark pressed his lips softly against yours, and maybe the night wasn’t a total waste after all.