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He adjusted his suit trying (and failing) to make the ill fitting clothing look decent. He was about to cover the most important Metropolis socialite event, Lex Luthor charity gala. It wasn't his area of expertise but Cat was down with something and she entrusted the job to Lois who gave it to him saying it was his opportunity to make Perry respect him more. He didn't want the job but Lois could be a bit persuasive. (He regrets telling her about his mild celebrity crush on Bruce Wayne. She convinced Clark to go because Bruce was on the guest list.)
He looked in the mirror checking himself.
"Could be worse" he thought. He couldn't pass for another millionaire but for a reporter he was decent.
His phone blinked with a notification, Lois was outside his apartment, she was gonna drop him off at the gala.
The car ride was tense, Clark was too nervous and Lois was trying to dissipate his anxiety.
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"Good luck, Smallville" was the last thing he heard and now he was standing in front of the huge door leading to the gala. He showed his press pass to the security on each side of the door and walked inside.
They were people chatting everywhere, his superhearing could listen to every and each conversation. His eyes roamed the room recognising a few faces, some politicians, magnates and of course Lex Luthor with one model on each arm.
Clark noticed the bar and went straight there. He couldn't drink while on the job (not that alcohol did anything to him), but he could at least pretend.
He asked the bartender for some water, while taking in his surroundings. Next to him reclined on the counter was a beautiful woman, she was wearing a dark long dress that showed her pale waist by the triangular cuts in it. If her body was stunning, her face was perfect. She had the prettiest face, soft and sharp, the prefect combination. And her blue eyes were-
Watching him. He muttered an apology for checking her out.
"I don't mind handsome men watching me" her voice was... weird in a way. Too velvety. Clark blushed for being called handsome by the woman he dubbed as "the most beautiful thing I ever laid my eyes on".
"What do you say pretty boy, wanna get out of this party?" She was flirting with him, he was speechless.
He tapped his reporter card that was hanging from the lapel of his jacket. He moved closer so she could read what Clark was showing her. Her top of the head was right at his face, he could smell her perfume, it smelled so good.
"Mmm" she nodded "Clark Kent, Daily Planet" his name on her lips was like heaven on earth. "I'm sure the important things will wait until we come back" She straigthen up and took his hand. She was almost as tall as he is with her delicate heels. She began walking with Clark hand in hers, he didn't know where she was guiding him but he would followed her everywhere.
She stopped at what it looked like a broom closet having left the main room behind them.
Oh he thought as very dangerous images went through his mind, broom closets were cliché. She opened the door and pushed him towards it as she closed it, his face couldn't be more red. Just as he thought his fantasies were about to become a reality she retreated back and spoke with a very deep voice.
"What are you doing here?" The voice was familiar. He couldn't place it-
"BATMAN!" he exclaimed. They met up almost a year ago and been teaming up sometimes for big cases. Always being Batman who sought him, he wasn't allowed in Gotham. But Batman was familiar with Superman not Clark Kent.
He raised his hand to his face, his glasses were still there.
"I've known your identity for a long time, Superman. Now answer, what are you doing here?" Clark was shocked still processing Batman was right there.
"I didn't know you were a woman"
"There are a lot of thing you don't now about me, but that doesn't answer my question" he/(she?) looked angry with him.
"I'm covering fot Cat" Clark said not giving much context.
"So Lex isn't planning to do something this evening?" The question caught him by surprise.
"Not that I know of." Clack answered dubiously.
"Then this is a waste of time" Batman open the door and moved to get out. "We are ditching this party" she smiled a bit.
" We?" Clark grabbed the hand she stretched out for him.
"Yeah, we. You are my means of transportation. Let's go to your house, Superman." Clark could do nothing but obey, she seemed so sure.
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They arrived at Clark's house, and seemingly out of nowhere Batman produced a USB and plugged it on Clark's laptop (which had a password that Batman seemed to guess at her first try). They spent the evening and part of the night discussing Lex Luthor plans, Clark cooked Batman dinner and she complimented his abilities.
"I'm not a woman" Batman confessed, Clark eyed her/(him?) he did looked a lot as a woman but, who was Clark to judge.
"Good" was the only response he could make out because Batman was coming toward him, closer and closer.
"I had a great time, we should do it again" still coming closer until he stood right in front of Clark. "My ride is waiting. Goodbye, Clark" he kissed his cheek and left the apartment.
He kissed his cheek, he kissed him, he kissed Clark.
Clark experienced nirvana right there, alone in his apartment.
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The next day he was still on cloud nine. Lois intercepted him on his Daily Planet desk.
"Why didn't you call me to pick you up?" She started, but looking at him she frowned. "Why do you look so happy? Did you meet someone?" Her eyes sparkled, she loved gossip.
Clark nodded still smiling.
"Did you get their number?" Clark nodded again, yesterday after Batman left he found a note on his fridge with his number.
"That's the spirit, Smallville."