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Clark wakes up like he always does. With the sun in his eyes and already late for work. All of last night was spent stopping wild fires half-way around the world so he barely got any rest. He sits up, reaching for his phone. A lazy smile stretches across his face as he checks his notifications.

Grayghostsgoggles: I need someone to talk me out of visiting my ex

He let out a surprised chuckle. Gray had been Clark’s online pen pal for well over a decade now and he never failed to make him laugh. They had met online when Clark first moved to Metropolis for college and have talked almost every day since. Even after he made friends in real life talking to Gray was still often the highlight of his day. They didn’t know each other’s names, voices or faces but they knew everything that mattered. Clark squints at the message, noticing it was sent at 2a.m.

Kansascowboy38: Oh God I hope I’m not too late. Is it the one in prison??

Grayghostsgoggles: it’s an asylum

Clark snorts at that. He gets out of bed, starting his morning routine and heading to the shower.

Kansascowboy38: My mistake. That changes everything then

G: Sarcasm isn’t a good look on you, Kansas. Besides, I’d do almost anything to avoid work today. I have so many meetings back-to-back and we’re still planning that PR event. I might suffocate in paperwork

Clark finishes his shower and starts brushing his teeth before replying. He decides to overlook how Gray is clearly changing the subject. The other man isn’t exactly a fan of talking about his feelings and it was unlikely he would be receptive to opening up at 7 in the morning. Clark missed his chance for that when he didn’t reply to that first text in time and would have to wait for the next time his friend was feeling emotional.

K: Wouldn’t be the first time. If it makes you feel any better, I have a meeting with you know who today, so I guess both our days are going to suck

Even though he couldn’t actually talk about his Superman life with anyone, Clark had told Gray about his painfully unnoticed and one-sided crush on his coworker who he neglected to mention was also Batman. When they first met, he tried his best to get close to his fellow hero and form a relationship but that only made Batman’s distrust of him grow. They were now past trying to kill each other but only in the literal sense because he was still pretty sure Batman hated him. They were constantly down each other’s throats and not in the way Clark would like. They constantly fought during almost every Justice League meeting so much that Batman ensured they never have monitoring duty together. Honestly, if that wasn’t so heartbreaking for him, Clark would have been relieved. He had complained, or more accurately, whined to Gray about this so many times that he didn’t have to elaborate who he was talking about.

G: if I have to hear you cry about this man one more time I might have to find out where you work and fight him myself for treating you like shit and you for letting him. Seriously no one is worth all this heart ache

K: weren’t you about to visit an asylum a few hours ago? When did you become the expert on healthy relationships

G: that’s in the past. I’ve grown and changed in the last 4 hours and I’m telling you, you need to get over this crush. There's a point where this gets embarrassing for you, and you’ve gone well past it.

Clark chews on his breakfast thinking of a reply. Getting over it was much easier said than done. He’s tried more times than he can count, and it only ever lasts until the next time he sees Batman again. In the end he couldn’t think of a response and opted to turn off his phone, finish his breakfast and head to the office. Thinking of Batman wasn’t going to pay his bills.

As predicted Clark arrived at the Daily Planet fifteen minutes later then he should have. For someone with superspeed, punctuality really wasn’t his strong suit. He decides to blame the fact that he forgets to set his alarm instead of his decision to talk to Gray in the mornings. Before he could explore that train of thought any further, he spotted his colleague, Lois Lane, already waiting for him at his desk.

“Smallville, took you long enough.” was her opening line. “Good morning to you too, Lois.” Clark responds, voice dripping with fond sarcasm. He and Lois had been friends for a long time. Since he first started at the Planet, actually. They had even dated at some point in the distant past before deciding they were far better of as friends. At the time it was heartbreaking, and he had talked to Gray about it for weeks but now it was a laughable memory and Clark felt they was better off for it.

“Now’s not the time. I need you to proofread my article before you leave.” He gave her a puzzled look. “Leave…?” Last he checked he just got here. “Oh, you haven’t checked your e-mail yet? Cat’s out sick for a while so Perry had to redistribute her work for the next few days among the rest of us. You’ve got the Martha Wayne Charity Gala that’s tonight so I’m assuming you’ll have to leave soon.” Clark let out a deep sigh. “Why do I have to deal with all the stuck-up rich people.” “Hey, count your blessings. I got stuck with the celebrity gossip and have to write an article speculating on Lex Luthor’s dating history.” Lois grumbles. They both shutter at the thought. “Yeah, your right that is worse. Still, I don’t know why Perry would think I’m best suited for an upper-class social event.”

 And almost as if on cue the unmistakable voice of Perry White blared through the room. “KENT! My office. Now.” Clark immediately straightened. Was he in trouble? Did Perry notice he was late again? “Geez. I better get over there.” He told Lois before he hurried to the editor’s office.

“You called, Chief?” he said anxiously. “Yes, have a seat. And don’t call me chief.” He muttered the second part almost as an afterthought. “It’s about your story. The one you pitched to me.” Clark had recently discovered that Luthor has been receiving large mysterious shipments from Gotham. When he looked further into it, he discovered that Luthor was also making massive payments to an account that traced back to the Gotham City Hall and more specifically the mayor. He knew he had to continue this investigation in Gotham. But he couldn’t do it as Superman partially because he had to publicly expose this corruption but mainly because he knew Batman would never allow him to operate in his city or God forbid team up with him. So, he decided to pitched Perry an expose, showing him the proof that the mayor, Aubrey James, was the one receiving money from Luthor and requested time and resources to investigate it further.

“What about my story?” he asked hopefully. “Well, I looked through the statements you sent me, and I think you might have something there. You have a food stipend, a shitty flat and one month to figure out what it is.” Clark was beaming. “Really?? Oh my Gosh. Thank you Chief you won’t regret it. I promise.” Not only was this article really important in stopping Luthor but if he cracked it, it will be the biggest story of Clark’s whole career. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t make me. Now, you have to leave for Gotham today since you’re covering for Ms Grant at the Wayne Gala this evening. After that you can just stay in the city to work on your article and save yourself the trip. I’ll let you off today to go pack and plan for this evening. Good luck.”

He leaves Perry’s office with a big smile and hurries over to his desk to get his stuff. Lois is still sitting at his desk as he packed. “Woah there, Smallville. What’s the rush?” “If you must know, Lois” he replied with his grin widening “Perry just approved a story I pitched. Can’t talk about it but I’ll be in Gotham, investigating it for a bit.” He'd gotten everything he could need and grabbed his saddlebag. Lois got up and started walking him out. “Wow I’m proud of you, Smallville. Sounds big.” She congratulates, smiling back. “It is. I mean if I do this I’ll finally be known as more then just ‘the superman guy’, you know? I’ll finally be a real journalist.” he sighed happily. One could wish. “Well good luck out there. Be very careful. don't get yourself into any trouble.” She said once they got to the exit. Clark smiled fondly. That was rich coming from a woman who's built an entire career diving head first into danger. The other reporter loved to baby him, still viewing him as innocent and too trusting. “I’m being serious. I’m pretty sure that city is cursed. Bring holy water and a bullet proof vest or something.” He let out a breathy laugh before saying his final goodbyes and watching her as she disappeared back into the building.

As he leaves the Planet, he pulls out his phone to find multiple notifications. They're all texts from Gray.

G: I’m serious. You’re a good guy. Anyone would be lucky to date you and if that guy doesn’t see that he’s not worth it. And honestly this guy is kind of an asshole. You could find someone better then him in five minutes. He’s not worth it

G: Are you ignoring me?

G: Are you mad?

G: you can’t be mad at me forever. Yk I’m right

If he didn't know Gray as well as he did these messages would seem a bit aggressive but as it was it’s honestly touching how much Gray cares for him. It made Clark happy knowing that his friend wants him to be happy. It also makes it that much more embarrassing when he just can’t manage to let go of the hope he has of getting with Batman. But he knew he couldn't promise to stop because that would be setting himself up to keep disappointing his friend. So, he settles on a non-committal response and changed the topic.

K: I would never dream of ignoring you. Besides without me you might plan an asylum breakout

K: also, I have good news and bad news

G: bad news first

K: One of my coworkers is sick and I have to go to this really annoying conference and cover for her

G: oof not the best start to your day. And the good news?

K: that assignment I’ve been pitching for the past week finally got approved

G: Finally. I knew you had nothing to worry about. Does that mean I don’t have to hear you talk about it anymore

K: no that means you have to hear me talk about it twice as much now :)

G: Lucky me.

Clark smiled at that, feeling more relaxed but he still had to get going. Those clothes weren’t going to pack themselves. And he had to start preparing his questions for tonight, look up the guest list, find a suit. Not to mention he also needed to prepare for this evening’s league meeting that he hadn’t even finished writing his summery report for. Today was shaping up to be the most chaotic this week and Clark was less ready then he should be. He took a deep breath and headed home.

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Bruce wakes up like he always does. Tired, anxious and with only two hours of sleep.

Except today he couldn’t blame his lack of sleep on patrol. No, today he blamed it on Alfred who had convinced him not to patrol tonight so he’d be well rested for the investigation he's starting tomorrow. “The rest will make you stronger Master Wayne”, “It will benefit you in the long run.” He had said. Now look at Bruce, tossing and turning in the middle of the night with only his insomnia and overthinking to keep him company. It had been years since he's had an uninterrupted eight hours of sleep. It was foolish to think today would be different.

His mind turns to memories of when Bruce could get full nights of sleep. When he had someone in his bed keeping it warm for him, protecting him from bad dreams.

When he was with Selina they mostly met on rooftops and alleyways and as thrilling as it was, it didn’t provide him with the comfort and stability he needed. The random hookups he's had over the years were even less comforting. He thinks further back to his last real relationship. Back when he was with Harvey. Back when Harvey was just Harvey. They had thought their relationship would be forever back then. Even after that Bruce never gave up on him. He continued to visit even after it stopped being healthy, even when it hurt more than anything because it gave him hope things would go back to the way they were eventually. The way they should be. But they never did.

He eventually stopped himself from going to Arkham for his own wellbeing. Or more accurately, for the wellbeing of his double life. He couldn't let his feelings for Harvey affect his work. At times like this, when his bed was cold and he couldn’t even fantasize anyone to warm it, he second guessed that decision. God knows his mental health couldn’t really get much worse. One visit couldn’t do much harm, could it? He couldn’t be more broken than he already was.

He shook his head and reached for his phone, his one lifeline. He opened his messages with Kansas, typing and deleting, indecisive on what to send.

Grayghostsgoggles: I need someone to talk me out of visiting my ex

Honest was what he decided on. He wasn’t really expecting an immediate reply considering it was 2 in the morning but just sending it provided him some comfort. And wasn’t that pathetic. That the only source of comfort Bruce could find was another man he loved and couldn’t let go of despite knowing they could never be together.

Bruce first started talking to Kansas during his training, when he had been away from Alfred and Gotham for the first time and felt the most isolated he ever had at that point in his life. He was online trying to find someone who live close to his home to connect with. Instead, he ended up with this country bumpkin who didn’t know anything about life in the city and Bruce felt a desperate urge to save this man before he got himself killed. As someone who grew up in the city his whole life, even if it was on the wealthy side, Bruce knew the basic tricks and tips to getting an apartment and not getting yourself stabbed. In return Kansas taught Bruce how to cook. Or at least make something eatable as it was his first time living without a full-time butler. Almost every recipe he knows, he was taught via texts between jokes and friendly debates.

After that they just kept talking, updating each other on the day-to-day. Of course, Bruce had to leave a lot of things out to keep his mission a secret, like saying he was “studying abroad” which wasn’t the biggest lie he’d ever told. In fact, this was the most honest he’d ever been with anybody. He found the other man charming and captivating, allowing him to be vulnerable. They've remained friends ever since, with Bruce considering Kansas one of his best friend. And after the train reck that was his breakup with Harvey, he started to see his friend as maybe more than that.

How could he not? How could he talk to the most amazing, most charming, kindest man every single day and not selfishly want him for himself? Just for a moment. Just in his mind.

Realistically, Bruce knew more wasn’t possible. He liked to tell himself it was solely because of Batman, because of the mission. He knew if he ever met Kansas in person, he wouldn’t be able to keep his night activities a secret. It was hard enough lying to the man through a screen, Bruce couldn't imagine what he would do if  he were looking his companion in the eyes. He couldn’t trust himself to not immediately reveal his identity in the first hour of meeting. There was no way he could wear the mask of playboy Bruce Wayne with someone who has known him so intimately and for so long.

But there was another reason as well. One that he didn’t like to think about, but deep-down Bruce knew was true. He wasn’t easy to be with. Not for more than one night. He was a lot, he knew that. And worse than that, Kansas only saw him as a friend. Not once over the years has he ever said anything flirtatious that he hinted he saw Bruce in any other way. So, to maintain their relationship he buried his own feelings deep down. He prioritized keeping Kansas in his life no matter the type of relationship. He preferred to love him silently, from afar where it was safe. Where he couldn’t ruin it. Which is why he dodged and avoided every hint Kansas gave at wanting to meet in real life until the other man stopped asking.

On occasion though, when his self-esteem was feeling particularly low and his dignity was nowhere to be seen, he still allow himself to fantasize what it would be like if they ever did meet. Fantasize about what Kansas would look like. Would he be tall? Muscular? How Kansas would act. Was he this kind to everyone or was it just Bruce? How Kansas would feel. Would he like him back? Would he confess his undying love the second their eyes met? Would Kansas look at him, hold him, make him feel warm and at ease like he always did in his messages? It was this thought, the way he could almost feel the strong arms, gained from hard work on his family’s farm, rapping gently around him, that finally lulled Bruce’s restless mind to sleep.

He was woken up a second time by the buzzing sound of his phone. He sleepily searched the bed for it. He already knew who was texting him. The same person and only person who texted him every day.

Kansascowboy38: Oh God I hope I’m not too late. Is it the one in prison??

Bruce had to scroll back up to see what he could have possibly said to get that reaction. Oh, right. His midnight existential crisis about dying alone. He fought not to cringe at his own embarrassing text.

G: it’s an asylum

He responded dryly and hoped this would end this conversation now before he had to suffer through it.

K: My mistake. That changes everything then

That got a smile out of him as he sat up fully. This was nice. It made him feel good. Maybe he could completely steer the conversation away from the disaster of his so-called love life and still get to talk to Kansas before starting his day.

G: Sarcasm isn’t a good look on you, Kansas. Besides, I’d do almost anything to avoid work today. I have so many meetings back-to-back and we’re still planning that PR event. I might suffocate in paperwork

Bruce was in for a busy day. He had last minute planning for the Martha Wayne Foundation’s Annual Charity Gala to raise donations for housing people in need. Then he had a league meeting to report the events of the previous month and keep each other in the loop. After that he had to actually attend said Gala. People tend to donate more with Brucie Wayne in the room, of course. And after all that he had an investigation to work on. He was tired just thinking about it.

K: Wouldn’t be the first time. If it makes you feel any better, I have a meeting with you know who today, so I guess both our days are going to suck

It seemed his attempt to change the subject had worked but in the worst way. Bruce had to consciously stop himself from frowning at his phone. Unfortunately for Bruce, he did know exactly who he was talking about. Yet another reason they could never be together. Kansas was in love with someone else. Under normal circumstances Bruce would have been able to put his feelings to the side and been happy for his friend. Just like he did when Kansas started dating a lady he only knew as L.

The problem was that this man in particular seemed to have the personality of a wet sock and the emotional intelligence of a dry one. He didn’t deserve Kansas. He seemed to ignore Kansas’ feelings and treat him with little to no kindness. What kind of asshole would do that. He couldn’t image being faced with this much charming optimism and be anything but fond. He couldn’t stand hearing the hurt in his friends words over a man who won’t even give him the time of day.

G: if I have to hear you cry about this man one more time I might have to find out where you work and fight him myself for treating you like shit and you for letting him. Seriously no one is worth all this heart ache

K: weren’t you about to visit an asylum a few hours ago? When did you become the expert on healthy relationships

G: that’s in the past. I’ve grown and changed and I’m telling you, you need to get over this crush. There's a point where this gets embarrassing for you, and you’ve gone well past it.

He bit his lip and shortly after sent another.

G: I’m serious. You’re a good guy. Anyone would be lucky to date you and if that guy doesn’t see that he’s not worth it. And honestly this guy is kind of an asshole. You could find someone better then him in five minutes. He’s not worth it

He didn’t get a response after that. He waited a while but when he realized it was unlikely he would get a reply he started wondering if he had overstepped. Yes, they were friends but Bruce still had trouble identifying when he sounded too harsh instead of caring. He started to get nervous. Did Kansas feel like he had crossed a boundary? Was he being annoying?

G: Are you ignoring me?

G: Are you mad?

G: you can’t be mad at me forever. Yk I’m right

This might be getting embarrassing for him at this point too, he realized. Fixating on Kansas’ response time really wasn’t helping him regain any of the dignity he lost last night. This was one step away from being an obsession. He decided to just leave his phone before be made a fool of himself any further. If he didn’t, he might continue spiraling and jumping to conclusions. He reluctantly got out of bed and dragging himself through the routine of getting ready. His phone was silent until the middle of breakfast, when Alfred had served him and was lingering around to ensure he really was eating a full meal. He waited until the butler had left to check his notification.

K: I would never dream of ignoring you.

Bruce couldn't stop the big stupid grin emerged on his face even if he tried. He didn’t even read the rest of the text until after his sixth reading of just that first part. He quickly read it and sent a reply. He continued texting back and forth with the other man until his breakfast was finished and it was time for him to leave. That grin never once left his face the entire time. Maybe today was going to be a good day.

Today was an awful day, Bruce decided. He had spent the whole day deciding on last minute florals and fixing errors that should have been delt with months ago all with a fake carefree attitude and a even faker smile to not worry investors and executives who already saw him as undeserving of being CEO. And now he was in the Watchtower about to lead a meeting with aliens and superheroes while dressed as a giant bat. The ridiculousness of his own life didn’t even phase him anymore.

One alien hero in particular, was already seated at the conference table and staring at him. Superman gave him a weak smile and a small awkward wave. He glared back. Just because they were on a team together it didn’t mean Bruce suddenly wanted to be friends. Especially not with Mr “the-S-stands-for-hope”. Something about him was just unnerving. No one was that perfect and nice all the time. Even though he had proven not to be a direct threat he could at times still be a problem.

The Kyptonian could be a bit impulsive, because like everyone else Mr. Perfect made mistakes. The issue was no one but Bruce would notice or at least point that out. Everyone acted like Superman could do no wrong. He was so charming that most league members were willing to let these things slide. Not Bruce though. As the team strategist it was his job to point these things out. And if he found it satisfying to expose the flaws of this man everyone else considers flawless it was just a bonus. At he end of the day he was just doing his job. And he wouldn't blame the other leaguers for being blind to this because even he knew how magnetic the light of Superman can be. There’s a reason the man was often compared to gods. Even now, as he took his seat next to the man in question, he couldn’t deny it took a bit of effort not to stare.

Yes, (to his own dismay) Bruce found superman attractive. The man was running around in skintight spandex for crying out loud. Bruce wasn’t blind. But that was all surface level. Nothing like his feelings for Kansas. It was however still another person on the list of people Bruce had to distance himself from.

The rest of the league started pouring in allowing Bruce directed all his attention on the team before his mind continued to wonder. Shortly after exchanging some greetings, they started the actual meeting. One by one all of them took turns updating each other on things to look out for that could become a JL level threat. Green lantern requested some backup for an of world mission coming up. Wonder woman made it known that she wouldn’t be available in the coming week. Superman gave all clear in Metropolis. Then it was time to hand in their mission reports before leaving. Usually after group missions Bruce would sit everyone down so they could give a brief mission report. Last time however, everyone was too exhausted to give Bruce anything useful to work with so instead he asked them each to write their own reports that he can compare to his own. He thought the time to think might refresh their memory and given details they may have forgotten at the time. Apparently, he was wrong.

“What do you mean you didn’t write it?” he growled at Superman. The rest of the table was quiet, bracing themselves for another argument. They had known the two long enough to know where this was going. “I’m sorry Batman” Superman said, shrugging nervously “I was busy and it kinda slipped my mind...” “It slipped your mind?” was all Bruce could say.  Really Superman had to be joking. “You have photographic memory. And not just that, you have superspeed. You’re telling me you couldn’t spear a single second to do your one job. What could you have possibly been doing that was more important than your one job.” “Well, I was going to write it, but you came in earlier than expected so…” Superman was looking down, clearly embarrassed. As he should be, Bruce thought.

“Typical. The level of entitlement and disregard for-” he started to say. He didn’t get a chance to finish his thought as Superman spoke over him “Listen Batman, I know I messed up, but I can write the report right now if you want. Just give me three minutes.” Bruce scoffed. “Don’t bother. It clearly wasn’t worth your time. I always knew you were reckless and impulsive, but not once did I think you were this self-serving and irresponsible. I should have known not to expect an alien like you to understand basic human decency.” Bruce knew he was getting riled up but he couldn’t help it. Superman’s dementor changed at that last comment. He seems to have struck a nerve. “You can’t just expect everyone to work on your timeline. I said I was sorry. Some of us have other things to do.” What was that supposed to mean? All Superman did was sit in his ice palace in the middle of the artic. The rest of them had real jobs, real lives and they all found a way to make it work. There was no excuse.

He looked around at the rest of the league. They were all watching attentively to see which one of them would back down first. This was entertainment for them. Bruce got up, packing his thing and ready to leave. He didn’t have to take this from Superman. He had things of his own to do and if no one else was going to stand with him he’d do everything himself.

“Hey, where are you going?? We’re having a conversation here.” Superman said, sounding much more concerned than the commanding voice he usually had during their arguments. Bruce almost turned around to make sure it was still the same man talking. But he didn’t, instead he grumbled, “I’m leaving. I’m not wasting my time talking to someone so careless, self-involved and immature.” This seemed to enrage the other man. “You’re calling me immature but the moment something doesn’t happen the way you want it, when you want it, how you want it you throw a tantrum and leave!” he lets out a cold chuckle. “Whether you like it or not Batman sometimes the world can’t bend to your will. Not everyone can do everything how you want it, and we have to work together to find a compromise as a team. That’s what a team is, Batman.” The nerve, Bruce thought. Superman was the one in the wrong but somehow, he was the one being lectured. Somehow, he was the bad guy.

 “I don’t need a team. And I damn sure don’t need to sit here and listen to your pompous holier than though speech. The others might put up with it, but I won’t let you walk around pretending you're perfect and oh-so-kind, expecting everyone to worship the ground you walk on. Your arrogance may have been acceptable to your people back on Krypton but here you need to get off your high horse and learn to listen.” he said, now facing Superman looking him in the eye. “I need to learn to listen?? Maybe if you would learn to listened to anyone but your fucking self you would understand other people have shit to do too. You act like you’re so mysterious and cool, like your too good for us. But in reality, you’re so miserable and alone and negative that NO ONE can stand being around you.” Superman’s eyes were glowing red as he finished.

 The spectators let out a collective gasp. A moment of silence went by. Bruce was stunned into silence. Not because he couldn’t find a retort and not because he just heard Superman swear for the first time, finally breaking character. No, he was quiet because Superman was right. No one wanted to be around him. The panging feeling in his chest quickly turned into anger. How dare he? Who did Superman think he was talking to him like that? He didn’t need to take this, he reminded himself.

“Batman…” Superman tentatively reached to place a hand on his shoulder. “I…I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Bruce slapped the hand away. “Don’t.” he grumbled, turning to leave the conference room. “I don’t need this.” He grumbled on the way out, mostly to himself but knowing at least one alien would hear it.

Green lantern mumbling “Is this a bad time to say I didn’t do the report either?” and an exasperated sigh from the rest of the league was the last thing he heard before he slammed the door to make clear no one should follow. He hurried to the Zeta beam. He had things to do too. Things much more important than whatever Superman was doing. He had a gala to get ready for. A gala full of people who would die to be around him. People who would remember a night with him for the rest of their lives. And he had an investigation to start. Because unlike some people he actually cares about his job. He didn’t need this. He was the Goddamn Batman. And the Goddamn batman didn’t need anyone.

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“Excuse me” “excuse me” “ow” “who’s pushing me?!” “MY LEG” “STOP THAT!” “Hey, that’s my hair” "I said FUCKING MOVE" “Sorry, sorry”

Clark somehow always forgot how much he hated this. Waiting outside in the foggy drizzle of Gotham with his fellow journalists was just the cherry on top he needed to complete his awful night. Everyone was fighting for the front spot and a better view of the red carpet. You could practically smell the desperation for a quote in the crowd and Gothamites weren’t particularly known for being gentle.

Everyone was feral for a front-page story. Except Clark, he wanted desperately to be anywhere else. If he could get a half decent puff peace out of tonight, he’d be fine. His real goal for the night was to get a new lead for the real story he was working on, making this whole night worth his time. Of course, he could only do that once they were finally inside when he could interview people more one on one. He only really stood here as a formality, a way to not draw suspicions of his true intentions for the event. The pushing and shoving would be more bearable, Clark thought, if he too could let out his frustrations by shoving those around him without breaking bones. Cathartic even. Maybe even poetic considering another Gothamite was the cause of his frustrations.

His fight with batman earlier had been weighing on his mind, replaying over and over in his head. It wasn’t the fact that batman was upset with him. No, Clark was used to being on the Bat’s bad side. It was that Batman had confirmed Clark’s biggest insecurity. No matter what he did, how he acted he would always be a freak. An alien that doesn’t belong on earth with everyone else. It had been foolish of him to even hope that one day batman would see him as more than that. That anyone ever would. When Lois broke up with him she didn’t know about his Kryptonian origins but even she felt that there was something “off” about him and it was more then just his constant disappearances. That was when it had really sunk in for Clark that he was an outsider in every sense of the word. It bled into everything he did, it was a part of who he was. Lois had loved him, still did in a platonic way, but even that wasn’t enough for her to overlook his oddities meaning it was unlikely anyone ever would. The man he considered his closest friend was an online stranger and even he had no interest in meeting Clark in person.

And maybe that was why he held onto his feeling for batman so deeply. Had hope so desperately for a “one day” where batman would see him in a new light. Although the JL was where he found community with fellow heroes, in a lot of ways he still stood out. He often felt the other members deified Superman, saw him as a god among men. They looked up to him, saw him as their leader. He couldn't ruin their idol of hope by just being a man among many. It wouldn't be fair. So he never let his shoulders slump in their presence. They had to continue carrying the weight of the world gracefully. His fellow heroes deserve at least that much if it kept the inspired to do all they do. 

Batman was different. Even though Batman wasn’t an alien, he was an outsider like him. He was the only member of the league without powers, and he wasn’t the most sociable either. Clark doubted he had many friends in his civilian life either. In many ways Clark saw himself in the other hero. No matter how different thy were on the surface, they were two sides of the same coin. That’s why he could so easily see through batman’s cold, calculated exterior. It was a product of the same loneliness Clark recognized in himself. But that was what made it so easy for batman to see through him too. Batman saw through the false confidence and bravado. So when Clark felt the burning hatred in the bats glare, he knew it wasn’t something that could be fixed by his signature Superman Smile. No, the person he ached to love looked at him with contempt and thinly veiled distrust. Only saw him as an alien not worthy of his respect and barely tried to hide it. And even though that's the worst heartbreak Clark has ever had to endure he understood. Because that’s how he saw himself too, deep down.

That’s what he knew he was. He didn’t belong on earth and never would. He belonged on a world that no longer existed. And he should have died along with it and the rest of his people. 

Sudden bright flashes broke him out of his thoughts. He moved to cover his eyes as if the light could hurt him. Squinting, he looked up to see a black car he was too poor and not enough of a car enthusiast to know the name of slow to a stop right in front of the red carpet. The crowd compressed further forwards squishing everyone in its way. Camaras kept flashing, not wanting to miss a moment no matter how insignificant. An older gentleman emerged from the driver’s seat to open the door door for the man in the back. Clearly, he's too important to do it himself, Clark figured. He was proven correct the moment a single black shoe stepped on the carpet and crowd erupted into a frenzy.

Even with his super-sense, at that moment Clark thought it would have been hard to differentiate his colleges from a pack of hyenas that haven’t eaten in weeks. They clawed at the chance to ask the first question, primal in their willingness to tear flesh for dominance, foaming at the mouth for a scoop.

“MR WAYNE. MR WAYNE” “OVER HERE, OVER HERE MR WAYNE” “WHO ARE YOU WEARING” “ARE YOU EXCITED TO BE HERE TONIGHT” “CARE TO COMMENT ON THE LEX CORP EVENT HAPPENING TONIGHT” “ANY COMMENTS ON YOUR RECENT SCANDLE” “IS YOUR NOSE REAL” “MR WAYNE PLEASE” “ARE YOU A FAN OF THE GOTHAM KNIGHTS” “ANY THOUGHT ON THE CURRENT STOCK PRICES” “OVER HERE” “MR WAYNE PLEASE”

The crowd grew louder, more desperate while the man who had sparked all this chaos acted indifferent, strolling out of his car, smiling and waving almost as if he couldn’t hear a word being said. Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s golden boy, CEO of a company he didn’t break a sweat to build and a reoccurring name in the local gossip columns. Clark had heard of him, to his own dismay. But aside from Cat’s unflattering breakroom chatter, he made a conscious effort to know as little about the man as possible. He already had one billionaire too many to deal with. And anyone who ran with Luthor’s crowd was more trouble than they were worth in his books. The other reporters around him, however, did not seem to share Clark’s sentiment judging from the way they were worshiping the ground Wayne walked on and the shoes he did it in. Unfortunately, of rather fortunately for Clark, Wayne paid them no mind and calmy strolled inside without a single care.

The noise slowly died down once he disappeared into the building. Clark let out a breath as an elbow dislodged itself from his side and he was free to breath again. Evidently no one cared about whoever was coming next. After about a half hour more of glamourous socialites walking the carpet dripping in luxury, the common folk, also known as the press, were finally allowed to start making their way to the entrance. After a long security clearance line at the entrance they were finally allowed inside the Grande Gala Hall.

The moment Clark saw the interior, with its high painted ceilings, decadent staircases, extravagant balconies and detailed arched windows he started to understand how far out of his depth he truly was. In his cheap oversized suite, he stuck out like a sore thumb even among his fellow journalists who had clearly dedicated a portion of their savings to tonight’s outfit. While they didn’t look quite as extravagant as the elites, they did make Clark wish he put just that much more thought into his own suit tonight. As if their clothing wasn’t enough to show the difference in tax bracket between them and the attendees, they were all slightly damp, a clear sign they had waited in the rain and not in their vintage one of a kind custom cars like the other attendees.

Everyone hurried to find somewhere to stand near the stage. A speech was scheduled before the actual gala began but everyone knew that even when Bruce Wayne was on time, he was still late. The man in question was supposed to be on stage in two minutes but his team had apparently lost him. They announced that his speech has been moved by 30 minutes, encouraging the guests to socialize and help themselves to refreshments in the meantime. So, while everyone mingled and rehearsed their question for Wayne, Clark took this as his chance to go freshen up in the restroom and make himself look a bit more presentable.

The bathrooms were a fair distance from the main event, through a long hallway filled with expensive paintings and one-of-a-kind statues. Clark wasn't a fan of the show in wealth but he could at the very least admire the taste. It was honestly soothing to be away from the noisy happenings of the gala. He found the men’s room soon enough still entranced with the extravagance of everything in the building but it wasn’t until the sound of rapid laboured breaths reached his ears that he noticed he wasn’t alone.

“Mr Wayne? Mr Wayne are you okay??” The billionaire didn’t answer, one hand clutching his chest, the other firmly gripping a handful of flowers, doubled over the sink his ragged breathing getting louder. The man was clearly hyperventilating and in distress. Clark rushed to his aid without hesitation, helping him stand upright. “Breath deep breaths, it’s okay” he tried to reassure in his Superman voice that always seemed to calm people down. He tried to still Wayne, making eye contact in a way he hoped was grounding. In return Wayne clung onto his shoulder, letting go of his chest and making Clark his center of gravity. “Hey, hey focus on me, okay? Its okay. Just breath. Let’s breath together.” He continued to rub circles into the man’s arm slowly. It seemed to work as Wayne seemed to try and follow his instructions. They stood there in the bathroom doing breathe exercises together for a few minutes until Wayne’s breath slowed. Eventually the man in his arms was calm again and breathing normally.

They stood there together in silence for a few more minutes staring into each other’s eyes. Clark suddenly became aware of how close they were and made a move to stand upright. That seemed to snap Wayne out of it as well as he took a step back patting Clark on the shoulder and clearing his throat.

“Uhm thank you for that, Mr …” Wayne extended his hand awkwardly. Clark took it in a handshake. “Kent. Clark Kent. And it’s really no trouble Mr Wayne. I’m just glad you’re okay. What exactly happened if you don’t mind me asking? Are you okay?”

Wayne looked around as if taking in his condition for the first time. The silence stretched on a bit longer as he glanced at himself in the mirror and back at Clark. He loosened his grip on the flowers in his hand, ran and hand through his hair, fixed his posture and immediately his whole demeanour changed. He looked far too relaxed to be the man who was having a panic attack only a few minutes ago. It was an unnerving.

The man let out a light chuckle looking at the flowers in his hand. “I’m not a big fan of tulips.” He said rubbing the back of his neck apologetically, an easy smile settles across his face as if he just gave a perfectly reasonable explanation.

“…. tulips?” Clark asked in disbelief. He couldn't have heard that right.

“Yeah, they didn’t really go with the rest of the decor. I guess I had a bit of an overreaction, huh? Forgive me but I’m quite the perfectionist when it comes to my galas.” Wayne responded, letting the smile settle back onto his face.

There was no way he was meant to believe this was just a reaction to a few mismatched flowers. Did Wayne really expect him to believe that. Wayne, suddenly as peppy as golden retriever, rested his hand on Clark’s shoulder again, “Well anyway, thank you for that Ken. I appreciate your help.” “It’s Kent.” Clark corrected. Wayne let out a rumbling laugh. “My mistake, Klent. I’m not the best with names.” Wayne waved his hand around dismissively. He took one of the tulips in his hand, tossing the rest in the waste bin. “Here, take this as a sign of my gratitude.” He tucked the singular bud into the reporter’s breast pocket and gently brushed it down. He eyed Clark once more and murmured, “you know it looks a lot better when its on you” with a wink and a smile. Clark stayed still and unable to react as the billionaire brushed his shoulder one last time before strolling past him saying “Well I have a speech to give. Have a good one Brent” and left him alone in the bathroom.

“What just happened.” Clark asked his reflection in the empty bathroom.

What was that? It was as if Wayne just turned off his anxiety. Like it never happened. A completely different person. That can't be normal, could it? Clark knew he was thinking too deeply about this. Wayne was probably just embarrassed at being caught in a vulnerable moment by a nobody reporter. Rich people are really weird like that. They knew how to detach themselves from their humanity. No one who acted normally would be able to run in the same financial circles as Luthor, Clark reasoned.

Wayne's last words finally sunk into his head. Oh, right the speech. The main thing he needed to write his article. The whole reason he got invited to this gala to begin with.

Clark hurriedly tried to fix his appearance in the mirror. He tried to smooth down his curls that had been revitalized by the rain, but his cheap hair gel could only do so much. He held his suit jacket under the hand dryer until the discoloration from the rain was barely noticeable. That would have to do. He put it back on leaving the tulip in his pocket standing proudly as the only pop of colour on his plaid, tan suit. He figured it was best to avoid accidently insulting Wayne. You never know what sets these rich types off.

He hurried back towards the chatter hoping he hadn’t missed the most important part of this event. It might not matter much to him, but he knew stories about Wayne always sold more papers and he didn’t want to do a subpar job. Perry would have his head on a stick for messing up such a simple puff peace. Luckily, he made it just as Wayne had got on stage. Their eyes met for just a second before the man on stage glanced down at the speech in his hands.

It was honestly remarkable watching the Wayne Effect^TM that Cat always spoke about in action. The room was captivated his effortless charm and smooth words. It was hard to believe it he was the same man who had been so vulnerable just minutes ago. He spoke with the confidence of someone who was born into this role. The speech was delivered with passion in every word. Much more than any other speech of his Clark watched for his research. He didn’t miss a beat, go off on a tangent or loose his train of thought like he usually did. It was almost enough for Clark to believe he wrote it himself. Almost. He seems to have actually made an effort memorize it right this time, he mused. The crowd erupted in applause giving a standing ovation at the end, murmurs from other reporters about how this is his best speech by far. It seemed today was an outlier after all.

After listening to Wayne deliver a speech so clearly crafted by his PR team, the crowd dispersed all over the room, some people chatting and many eager to get to the open bar. As for Clark, he simply reached for his note pad, glancing around the room for his first target. He spent hours shuffling through the room asking for quotes and grabbing the occasional hors d’oeuvre when he could. As the night went on and Clark’s clothes fully dried against his body, every ounce of insecurity he had when he first entered the room began to evaporate as well. No matter how nervous he was, doing his job always got him back into his element. His unassuming demeanour allowed the less-then-sober guests to talk freely around him barely noticing when his questions slipped from the topic of the gala and more towards criminal activity and strange occurrences. His methods while effective, yielded no results relating to the shipments. When he finally caught site of Mayor James making small talk with his colleges he tuned in. To his dismay, the topic of conversation was merely more commentary on the décor. Clark decided to still listen in case that changed. He kept one ear on his current conversation and another on the mayor. He knew that was his best bet at getting another lead.

He carried on like this, constantly checking in on James and his constantly rotating entourage. Finally, something caught his attention. A phone buzzed. The mayor departed from the group giving some vague excuse about work to answer the call and hurried to the empty balcony. Clark excused himself from the older man that had been droning to him about his distrust of anyone who lives in crime ally for the last fifteen minutes. He hurried to the conner that had the best view of the balcony and attempted to fade into the background as he focused in on their conversation.

“Is everything ready?” A familiar sounding woman spoke from the other side. He could recognise Mercy Graves anywhere. “Yes, you said it’s shipping at midnight? It will get past, I promise.” James replied timidly, glancing around the room to ensure no one was listening. No one with super hearing that is. He sounded afraid. Probably not use to dealing with the likes of Luthor, in way over his head. Mercy however was exactly where she felt comfortable. “Good. None of the first few samples were working but I think we’ve finally cracked it thanks to you.” “I don’t want any credit for whatever the hell you have planned! Look, I’ve kept my end of the bargain. Can you please leave me the fuck alone now?” He said fighting a stutter. He must be really shaken up. “Leave you alone? These are only the first few samples. You and I will be in contact for a long, long time. So don’t ruin it now.” Clark could hear the amusement in her voice through the phone. She must be so pleased with herself. That’s never a good sign. What could Luthor possibly be up to?

“Enjoying yourself?” A steady voice way too close to his ear cooed.

Clark squealed nearly jumped out of his skin before looking to his left to find a gleaming figure politely smiling at him. He flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, Mr Wayne you startled me.” He glanced back at the mayor to see him returning to his group. It seemed that conversation had ended.

He looked back at Wayne who seemed nothing more than lightly amused. “Yes, I tend to get that reaction.” The billionaire said smiling more to himself. Before Clark could ask him to elaborate on that he continued.

“Anyway, I came over here to thank you again for earlier.” “It was truly no problem. I was just happy to help. If it’s any consolation everyone seemed to like the colour scheme just fine.” He told the CEO hoping to calm his earlier fear but to his surprise the man looked at him confused. It took only a split second before a look of recollection of their earlier interaction washed over his face. “Right the flowers.” He seemed to say more to himself than Clark. “They still aren’t exactly my taste but it’s good to know they weren’t a complete eyesore. I apologize if that offends your floral taste.” he says gesturing to the single bud still tucked in Clark’s pocket. “No, not at all. I’m personally more of a sunflower guy myself.” He let out an awkward laugh. A sunflower guy? What does that even mean? He knew he would cringe looking back on this. It didn’t seem to phase Wayne much though. “I’ll keep that in mind” he said with a wink.

“Are you driving back to metropolis or taking the train? I heard the view over the bay is beautiful in the moonlight.” He continued conversationally. “I’ll have to take your word for it, I guess. I’m actually staying in Gotham for a bit.” Clark didn’t want to give too much information away. For all he knew Wayne could be involved in whatever Luthor was up to. “That’s good to hear, I hope to see you around. In fact, if your available tomorrow... Could I interest you in dinner and an interview? I’ll make it worth your time.” Wayne said in a sultry voice. Was Wayne flirting with him?

“I... I’m very flatter- wait did you say interview?” he couldn’t believe it. Wayne was notorious for never giving one on one interviews. It was one of the reasons reporters were so feral tonight. This was their only chance to get a quote from him short of stocking and ambushing him. It was lucky if he even held a press conference. “Yeah, an exclusive on the ins and outs of the Martha Wayne Foundation. just for you. I mean only if you’re interested.” The man replied as if Clark’s interest was even a question.  Being one of the handful of journalists to interview Wayne would elevate anyone’s career no matter what the interview was about. And it seemed Wayne knew this from how pleased with himself he looked.

Clark didn’t want to give the man who had everything the satisfaction of getting what he wants but he knew it would be stupid to turn down this opportunity. “I’m only available at lunch.” He responded staring into the other man’s eyes in what he hoped was a show of assertiveness. Wayne either didn’t notice or didn't mind his attitude. He just smiled and reached into his breast pocket, took out his business card and placed it in Clark’s without breaking eye contact. “My personal cell is on the back. Call me. We can set up a time and place. Is that okay?”

A moment passed before Clark responded.

“That’s okay. I’ll call when I get the chance.” Wayne lingered in their eye contact just a bit longer before replying “Looking forward to it.” in an almost whisper.

Clark watched Wayne disappear into the ocean of attendees. What an interesting man. He wondered what Wayne wanted from him. Did he have ulterior motives? Was this really just his way of thanking Clark for earlier? Or was this his way of silencing Clark and convincing him not to tell anyone about the interaction? People like Wayne never liked being seen as vulnerable.

He shook his head. He didn’t have time to think of Wayne. Priorities.

What was James saying on that call? Something about test samples? Shipments? A warehouse? Clark had seen an address for a warehouse, one that wasn't meant to be operational anymore. It was where all of Luthor’s shipments had come from. Something must be happening there at midnight.

Clark checked the time. It was only 10:07pm. He had plenty of time to get the rest of his quotes before steaking out the area. Whatever Luthor had planned he would be there and he was ready to stop it.