SUPERBAT

Dating and texting

Supermans P.O.V

"Yeah." Bruce said as he looked at the costume, he looked back to me. "Is it obvious?"
"Execpt for the giant over the top costume? No." I replied "Also where did you buy that? I want one." I asked
"It's handmade." Bruce replied "And the public won't know."
"About the costume?" I tilted my head
"About us." he said, "No one will, just us."
"That's fine." I agreed, Bruce obviously had some trama I wasn't going to push him out of his comfort zone "No kissing in costume to I assume?"
"Yeah, especially incase word gets out that we're dating under our secret identities." Bruce said "Flash is the last to know."
"Flash is the last to know." both of us said about the same time
"Because of the teasing?" I asked him
"No reason to give him any more ammo." Bruce reasoned
"Fair." I agreed
"Yeah, Flash finding out is just an all-around disastor." Bruce said "I trust him, but..."
"I get it." I said, and I did, Flash and I were close but he isn't exactly known for keeping his mouth shut. "No sex yet either." I added as I remembered his play-boy persona, Bruce laughed.

I woke up as the first daylight streamed through the windows, I looked at Bruce who was curled up into a ball and wrapped in blankets. He groaned and tried to block out the sunlight and I couldn't help but laugh, his eyes snapped open
"O-oh, Kal." he stuttered as he sat up, making sure the blankets covered his lower half. I looked at the various hickeys covering him
"Whoops." I said,
"It's fine, I can cover them with make up, I do it with bruises from fights all the time." Bruce said "Need any?" he asked
"Alien from space, remember," I raised an eyebrow and he threw a pillow at me so hard that I might have fallen off the bed if it hadn't been for my powers.
"Where else would an alien be from?" he said as he tried to change the topic.
"Who knew. Bruce Wayne, the play boy, shy about sex," Bruces face went red as I bit down on his neck and he grabbed me
"Kal!" he said, I backed off and laughed.

Then Alfred walked in, he looked at both of us
"Exciting night? Master Bruce." Alfred said, Bruce went even more red and pulled the covers up.
"I-I'm going to go get that makeup." Bruce announced quickly got dressed and walked out, Alfred turned to me.
"If you hurt him I can assure you I don't have the same morals at the Batman." Alfred said and I gulped
"Got it." I said,
"Very good," Alfred walked out.

I put on some clothes and brushed my Superman curl to the side, then I walked to the street and called a taxi to The Daily Planet, I made sure to tip extra because of the long journey then I pulled out my phone to text Bruce an explanation

I left because I have to be at the Daily Planet today

Okay, Batman will be in Gotham

As usual

I smiled and leaned against the window as buildings drove past us. I looked at the Wayne Enterprises building and chuckled as I though of how many boring meetings Bruce was going to have to sit through.

Suddenly, just as we were leaving Gotham the power went out, the taxi skidded to a stop and the sound of lights switching on echoed as green lights forming question marks turned on on all the sky scrapers.

I sighed, opened the door to the taxi and started walking, hopefully Riddler -as I recalled Batman mentioning- hadn't blocked off the city.

Once I was far enough away from anyone else I had decided to use super speed, but even then by the time I got to the daily planet it was Sunset. I walked to a burger shop I knew, brought a burger, payed, and walked to my apparment while eating the burger. I might need to by some new shoes.

As I walked in Lois came running up to me
"Clark! Oh I heard about what happened in Gotham, are you okay?" she asked worredily,
"I'm fine." I reassured her, me and Lois had been mistaken to be dating but really she seemed much more internested in her job then dating.
"Good." she mentioned, she gave me a look
"You smell different, more like cologne than... earthy, sunshiney?" Lois guessed, I remembered that I was still wearing Bruces clothes; I had been wearing that other pair for a little too long to be acceptable or still smell half-decent. They must still smell like him.
"It's nothing." I said.