A Kryptonian's Fixation

Press Pass

Bruce groaned as he read the little note about who was going to be coming into town. He rubbed his face a little, but relaxed. Clark, aka Superman, wasn't as preceptive as he would like to think. Which he found a little funny considering he was supposed to be a reporter. Even an amateur reporter could piece together that Bruce was hiding something. Then again, he had enough charisma to get most people off his case. Plus, this would be their second time meeting in civilian form...

A buzz on the office phone pulled him out of his thoughts, his sour expression softening. Quickly, he cleared his throat, straightening his back before he picked up the phone. It was a habit that he had grown into over the years.

"Yes?" He called, rolling his eyes at his own flirty tone. Another habit that he picked up.

"We have two reporters here from the Daily Planet..." There was a pause, some mumbling in the background before the woman at the lobby desk spoke directly into the phone again. "A Miss Lois Lane and a Mister Clark Kent? Do you want me to send them up to you?" There was a hint of skepticism in her voice. She clearly thought the two would be sent away like so many others.

Bruce rubbed his face. He really wished he had time to figure out their reasoning for being there, there true reason as he had made sure that he wasn't caught in anything stupid! He was trying to genuinely grow his company after all. Why had his informant been so late?

"Yes, please send them up." He said, making his voice as charming as he possibly could. "And please ask Nick to brew us some coffee and bring in something to eat?" Might as well bite the bullet.

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Clark had honestly thought they would be turned away. He heard the lady up front dismissing a set, a line, of reporters before them. Even she looked surprised when Bruce Wayne had given the okay! She had actively stumbled over her words before giving the two specialized passes as to not have them tossed back down by the guards!

"Why does he want to meet with us?" Lois scowled at her words, curiosity biting at her fingertips. The last time she and Clark talked with him, she was distracted, this time she won't let that happen!

"Maybe he liked his date with you?" Clark blushed as he said this, naturally lowering his voice.

The dark-haired woman gave a quick and slightly bitter laugh. She knew that Clark was just being his sweet, old self, but they both knew that wasn't the case. Bruce has had many dates with all kinds of women, her date wasn't anything to write home about for him.

"We both know that's not the case." She stated bluntly before she began to pull her pencil skirt back in place. It was one of her nicer outfits, clearly, she was trying to impress him. Or get him to lower his guard as many billionaires have done before. She was a woman who got her story through many different, but legal means.

Clark quickly focused back to the front as the metal elevator doors opened up. The wide floor before them wasn't bustling with activity as one would've thought, but he could hear the strum and hum of machines in different areas. There also was a glass encased room with a long table with a TV at one of end of it.

"This floor must be for the big-wigs..." Clark murmured lowly for his co-worker to hear.

She smirked a small smile with a subtle nod as they made their way to a lone man sitting at a desk before a pair of double oak doors. Expensive looking oak doors with Bruce Wayne's name engraved in a fancy gold plating.

The person at the desk looks up at the slight movement in the corner of his eye. Quickly, he bounced up, eyes wide as he stared at them. He opened his mouth, about to repeat a phrase he had memorized by heart, yet he stopped. He looked down at the specialized Press Pass lanyards that were specifically designed for press and reporters that were allowed to venture into the building. It was required of him to have memorized it, especially if someone tried to sneak in. Quickly, his eyes scanned the two up and down, taking note how the lady dress up while the man was seemingly wearing ill-fitting clothes.

Keeping his expressions in check, he called into Bruce's office. Clark knew this as he heard the ringing of the phone on the other side. The phone went unanswered as the man himself, the most eligible bachelor in the world, opened the doors in an elegant flurry, a confident smile on a face that had women everywhere swooning.