A Kryptonian's Fixation

Clark: Closer Break

The call with Bruce relaxed me, made me happier in a way. The ding of the elevator brought me back to work. I slumped in on myself, a tray of coffee in hand along with a bag of muffins. This was supposed to be a bribery of sorts. To at least smooth things over.

"Kent!" Mr. White shouted, his face slight red shade. He opened his mouth to continue on a ranting rave but stopped as the tray of coffee and bag of muffins. He huffed. "Get to work. Make up your time." He growled, snatching the items away.

I sighed, rolling my eyes behind his back. Swiftly, I moved over to my desk and began to get settled into the rhythm of editing and double checking my resources. I had hundreds of emails and requests for me to look into things, which would've meant overtime. I wasn't going to take overtime, not tonight at least.

"Hey, Kansas boy," Lois hummed, placing a paper cup next to me. "Whatcha working on?"

I groaned heavily, taking the cup of coffee and chugging it.

"Everything. I'll have to take overtime tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" She gave me a raised eyebrow before she smirked. "Date with a specific billionaire~?"

I felt my face flush but nodded.

"Yeah... He actually is supposed to teach me some martial arts. For defense of course."

Lois chuckled and nodded. She patted my shoulder, nodding.

"Good luck, I heard he trained with monks for several years." She hummed. She then grabbed some of my physical paperwork and walked off.

I blinked before smiling. Something inside of me felt lighter at the fact that she was helping me with not having too much work. After that, I went back to work, even working through my lunch. Though, with so many people out of the building I did use a bit of superspeed to finish more documents and drafts.

Before I knew it, it was near the time for me to leave. My stomach was empty, and I was hungry enough to eat a horse! Stretching a little, I finished what I was doing before packing up.

"Where you going? You still have-"

"Mr. White, let Clark go. He'll get everything done before the weekend." Lois got between me and him.

He looked between me and her before huffing and waddling off. I opened my mouth to thank her, but she quickly shooed me of with a smile. I chuckled and moved on. I had to change clothes to something looser, something that I can actually move in.

"Hey there, Papa."

My head snapped up to see Bruce leaning against his car, a causal smirk on his handsome face. His eyes looked my body up and down, causing my face to grow hot.

"H-Hey, Bruce... You're early." I pulled out my phone, quickly looking at the time. He was at least half an hour early for him.

His chuckle brought me back to him.

"Yeah-"

"Papa!" 

A small body swung themself onto me, making me wrap my arms around him with a laugh. I leaned back to look at the tiny child who practically had stars in his eyes.

"I see, couldn't wait?" I carefully squeezed him, making him laugh and nod.

"Yeah! You're gonna train with me and Dad!" He chirped, bouncing in my arms.

Me and Bruce laughed, me squeezing him again. He quickly began to chitter away about what he had been doing since I left. He only paused long enough for us to get in and drive off. It was nice to hear him chatting away about his life. Bruce interrupted at times, for some reason, but it didn't matter.

"I'll be back in a minute." I said, ready to rush the moment I was out of their view.

"Joggers and tanks would be a good fit."

I paused at Bruce's words before giving him a smile and nodded. I then hurried into my apartment, quickly dressed and stuffed a small bag of clean clothes and deodorant at the bare minimum.

"That was fast, Papa." Was the only thing the two said before we were off to their private jet.

It was almost a blur as we talked and ate a little on the jet before finally getting to his manor. It was as dark and Gothically beautiful as the last time I had saw it. Greeting us this time was a greyed-haired man wearing a formal suit. Despite looking to be in his fifties, I could already tell that any normal person would be having to go through hell to try and beat him down.

"Master Bruce, Master Richard." The butler had a distinct British accent as he gave a polite bow to the two. "I assume you to be Clark Kent?"

I nodded, offering my hand to him.

"Yes, sir."

I saw the twitch of his lips that looked close to a smile before he grasped my hand as tightly as he humanly could. I made sure to match his strength as to not damage him. He gave me a polite nod.

He said nothing else as he went back inside. Suddenly a warm hand was pressed against the small of my back, making me tense for a second. Then I relaxed into it a little, letting Bruce guide me through the house.

I liked his touch. I wanted more of it.

'I need more of him.'