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Bruce had answered thousands of questions in his life. He thought he had heard every ridiculous theory from claims of him dating a supermodel overseas to was he funding the justice league. Though he just blinked at Lois Lane. He wasn’t sure he heard her right.
“Well,” she hummed.
“Am sorry can you repeat that?” he asked. He quickly added, “I was thinking of the newest, Ms. America.”
“Typical men,” she scoffed. “I asked, if you are Superman?”
“Why would you think that?” he forced a chuckled.
“I have my sources,” she whispered. “But you’re dodging the questions.”
“And you just dodged my question,” he shot back.
“Mr. Kent seems to have fallen into a pattern,” she started slowly. “Almost every article he quotes you or Superman. Several quotes even have similar messages. Is that just a coincidence?”
“Every reporter from here to Jump City knows my history,” he waved her off.
“Birth certificates can be forged, especially by wealthy families.” She eyed him like he was from another planet. To be fair, she thought he was.
“I can assure you I’m not Superman,” Bruce chuckled at the absurdity. “Though I will take that as a compliment.”
“It’s not. I’m just following up on a lead,” she said quickly. She crossed her arms over her chest like Bruce was x-raying her chest.
“I think it is. You think an individual such as myself could dawn a cape and parade around saving the less fortunate and keep it a secret? That would take amazing self control that most reporters don’t think I possess,” Bruce laughed bitterly.
“My apologies. I should’ve known a self-righteous bastard like yourself wouldn’t have that kind of self-restraint.”
“What can I do to prove to you I’m not Superman?” Bruce asked.
“It’s not me that’s needs to be convinced.” She marched out of his office.
As she left he pulled out his laptop. He searched up the theory. Apparently it very popular. People comparing timelines and body structure. Someone had even mentioned a meteor shower that happened the week of his birth. Though it had spanned several cities and even states.
All this made Bruce make a poor decision. Well at least a not well thought through one.
He called Alfred to pick him up. Alfred was confused that why Bruce Wayne was going to Justice League Headquarters. He didn’t explain beyond public appearances because Alfred would have turned the car around. He marched in walked to the teleporter, making a show of not knowing how it worked. He called a very confused Lucius Fox, demanding the codes to the teleporter. It took all his training not to look at the hidden security cameras.
He mashed some buttons, cursing as his first attempt failed. When he appeared on the Watchtower deck Flash was already standing there. It announced him to the irritated speedster.
“Bruce Wayne - civilian.”
“Mr. Wayne, what are you doing here?” Flash asked.
“Thought I would come check on my investment.”
Bruce walked past him.
“Mr. Wayne, you can’t just,” Flash stopped as Bruce pulled out his phone and took a selfie. “What was that for?”
“I’ve always wanted to meet you. You’re always in a hurry. This is going viral,” he laughed, already attempting to post it. He knew it would fail but that wasn’t the point. “Why is there no service up here? That’s probably an issue we need to solve.”
“Mr. Wayne, there is a reasons civilians aren’t,” Flash was irritated as Bruce cut him off again.
“Maybe over here has better service,” he said.
He beelined for the main control area. Diana, Kal, and GL were in the middle of debriefing a mission. Superman looked away from the monitor, face draining. Bruce knew Flash was making wild gestures behind him. It was probably along the lines of the nerve of this man. Superman stepped in-front of him, blocking his view of the monitors and others. Bruce never realized how civilians might interpret the Kryptonian’s massive stature. Kal wasn’t much bigger than Batman, but with Bruce’s relaxed demeanor made him feel much larger.
“Mr. Wayne, if you have something you would like to discuss we should return to earth,” Superman said in his no nonsense voice.
“Oh this won’t take long,” Bruce laughed, slipping around him like an annoying bouncer. “Princess!”
Bruce wrapped in arm around Wonder Woman. He took another selfie with Diana as she pushed him off. He looked at GL.
“Try it and you’ll need a new phone,” Lantern hissed.
“Mr. Wayne, this is unacceptable,” Kal said sharply, placing a hand on his shoulder. Bruce forced himself to relax.
“Alright I’m leaving, but not without this.” Before Superman could ask what he was talking about, he snapped another photo.
Kal escorted him back to the teleporter. Bruce smiled as Sups typed in numbers. Bruce shooed his hands away. He forced his hands to move slowly pretending to have trouble remembering the code.
“I got it,” he said, clicking the last number. As he disappeared he beamed, “You’re welcome.”
Superman was left confused but it didn’t matter. By the time walked out of the Justice League headquarters on earth, his Instagram post was trending. People were clamoring about his trip to the space station. He squashed the Bruce is Batman theory by captioning it: Next time I’m going when Green Lantern has had some coffee or at night so the Bat is out. It seemed to work. Clark Kent had already reached out for an interview. People had abandoned the Bruce Wayne is Superman talk. Lois commented with a spam account: 1/2 theories debunked. Bruce may not be Sups, but there’s still a chance Kent is Bats.