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Clark Kent
Clark Kent was a normal journalist and reporter — well as normal as you can be with a superhero persona.
A normal alpha at least
Currently he was sitting in his office, pen tapping against the dark wood table, a stimming motion he often found himself doing when he was nervous about something.
The office light was bright, not super bright but bright enough to keep him awake tho exhausting was pushing his eyelids down.
Last night had been rough, even for the man of steel, many lives were lost, he couldn't have possibly saved everyone during the chaos.
Gladly the rest of the Justice league was there for back up.
Especially the man Clark considered one of his closest friends — although he was almost certain the feelings were not mutuals to the stoic as rock hero.
Batman.
And oh God
Even the mention of that name filled Clark's nose with that oh so sweet omega scent that he was sure made every Alphas head spin just as much as it did his — So much so that Clark found it difficult to stand close to his friend for long periods of time, as much as he'd consider himself an alpha who could keep it under control.
Clark was pulled out of his his thoughts with the sound of the elevator arriving to the floor in which his office was located in, followed with stable footsteps leading into his office — Right, the interview, daydreaming with super hearing is not very ideal, as he had come to notice more than a few times.
As the handle of the door to his office bend down he instinctively straightened up in his chair.
Bruce Wayne walked in.
The infamous Playboy billionaire of Gotham, as passive as ever, walked like every step he took had a calculated place.
The man — in a sleek suit that probably had more value than all the furniture in the room combined — took in the interior of the room silently before pushing the door closed with a barely audible click and sat down across from Clark, only the oak wood table separating the two now.
Clark took a small breath, pushed up his glasses and started with a tone perfectly balancing between excitement and formality.
"Thank you for taking the time for this interview Mr Wayne"
Bruce crossed his arms across his chest, studying Clark for a moment with a solemn expression — but Clark swore he caught a dash of amusement in those blue eyes — before answering calmly as ever
"It's no problem, there was an opening in my schedule"
"So intimidating"
Clark thought to himself as he let himself prepare for the interview, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath through his nose.
Suddenly he got a wiff of that sweet scent again
That one that only belonged to one person in the world, and he was sure of it.
Soft breeze mixed with fresh coffee that was uniquely Batman
For a second he thought he was dreaming again but this was very much real.
WAIT
it was that scent again?!
But where is it coming from?!
His eyes snapped open as they searched for the source along the walls to the difference furniture before finally locking onto Bruce.
Then it hit him harder than any punch ever could.
It was coming from Bruce.
So that means..
Bruce Wayne was Batman.
Clark had to fight hard so his jaw wouldn't go limp and fall open.
Bruce gave him an eyebrow raise, silently questioning the long pause.
Finally Clark snapped out of his thoughts once more but now it felt like all the heat from his body was gone and rushed up to his cheeks.
He was now face to face to his colleague, best friend and secret crush.
Did Bruce know?
Quickly he buried his face in his journal, trying to hide any reactions from Bruce, fumbling with his pen as he tried to stammer out something to say.
Finally he found his voice again, but didn't dare to make eye contact in fear of his expression revealing what he's feeling.
"So uhm- let's start with the questions"
He mumbled, maybe more to the paper than Bruce himself.
Bruce just nodded as a "go ahead", a small but noticable smirk tugging at his lips.