Bruce hit a dead end with Metropolises socialites. He'd arrived, in his sexiest formal wear, and had hit on many men. Same problem as Gotham with them all being uninterested for various reasons, openly gay, and with the added problem of many being unattractive to Bruce.
As he sulks on the balcony he is interupted from his thoughts by a polite cough behind him. Turning around he sees a very cute reporter, who makes a bashful face when Bruce meets his eyes. Bruce is sure that this man is not only open to dating men, but that he is entirely too shy to have told anyone. And when Bruce catches him sneaking glances at his body, he knows he's attracted to him too.
With a smile that can make hearts beat faster and knees get weak, Bruce takes the cute reporters hand and kisses it. "No ring? How is someone as cute as you single?" He flirts shamelessly and turns them around so that the reporter is pinned between his stare, and the railing.
"I'm Bruce, whats you're name?" He purrs, making the already flustered man even more red in the face. "Clark! I'm Clark Ke- Kent? I know who you are Mister- uh Mister Wayne, I came to ask if I could interview you?" He's so baffled by the rich and dashing man with the smoldering gaze that he can't help but sound confused.
Bruce places a hand on the railing, and the other on the reporters hip. "I'd be delighted to be interviewed by you, but I need one thing in return." Suddenly Clark puts a hand on Bruces chest, as if to hold him back. "I will not compromise my integrity by lying for you Mister Wayne." He certainly sounded a lot more certain and willful than before.
With a chuckle and a smile, Bruce takes the pen and pad from Clark and scribbles down a date, time, place and his private number. "I'd never ask you to. I just want to take you out on a date. If you agree, meet me here for the interview and then we'll set up the date after." He offers the pen and pad back and when Clark reaches for it, distracted by the offer, he steps close enough that they are chest to chest and- something crashes down the street. Like a car accident or a supervillain on a rampage. Clark perks up and then quickly slips around Bruce, "Sorry! I have to go! I'll see you then!" And he's gone. Slipping through the crowd with ease and confidence he hadn't had a moment before.
Bruce pulls out his phone to call Alfred, and to begin researching Clark Kent, the interesting, cute reporter.
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The Fake Boyfriend
FanfictionBruce Wayne needs a way to divert the media from connecting his alter ego to him, and when a cute but poor reporter stumbles into his life- Bruce makes an offer he can't refuse. (This idea came to me in a dream) I don't own the art or characters.
