𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄 ━ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓²

100. the freak is (not) dead!

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      Psycho: Grim Streaker

"Let me see, let me see." I urge.

"Okay, okay." Clark scoffs before sitting next to me on the bed and I take the yearbook from him.

"This photo was from freshman year." I look at the photo of Clark picking me up after I landed the touchdown.

"Guess everyone knew we were meant to be." He gazes at me and I kiss him.

"That was good." I half whisper.

"Yeah?" He says in between kisses.

"Yeah." I set the yearbook aside and he pulls me onto his lap before I kiss him harder. "How come I never got a yearbook?"

"You did. I got it for you. Your cap and gown too."

"Oh, yeah."

"But you were too busy saving Gotham. Besides, our photo for cutest couple is the only thing that matters in the book."

"Why didn't you show me until now?"

"Because I wanted to wait until I told you who I was. I knew that if I didn't, I was never gonna be able to share a life with you. And you would hate me for always lying to you."

"I could never hate you." I kiss him. "And it's not lying if I already know." I say into his ear, then gasping as he pushes me down on the bed.

"Smartass."

"Yes, I am. And don't you forget it." My hands land on his biceps.

"Never." Clark kisses me and I wrap my arms around his neck. "I love you." He snakes his arms underneath me.

"I love you too, baby." I kiss him harder and my walkie goes off.

"No. No. No." He kisses my face and neck.

"Duty calls, baby." I kiss him.

"Then let me take you."

"Okay." I grin and he smiles before super speeding us away.

                                             

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"Turn around." I order as we raise our guns.

"There a problem, Officer?" The man questions.

"We know you sold the RPG that took out Haven."

"So?"

"So we wanna know who bought it." Dad walks over.

"Or what? You gonna arrest me?" The man gets up.