The setting is a Wayne Enterprises Gala, being held in one of the most prestigious penthouses that can be rented out for special events such as these in Gotham. Lex Luthor and a few of his people have come to discuss business matters with the eldest CEO of WE, Bruce Wayne. He'd much rather speak with the bitter middle-aged man, than with the 'kid genius' who's been screwing his son.
Speaking of said son, he can see Konner smuggling fancy little pastries, from the VIP guest table, into one of the pockets in his leather jacket. He rolls his eyes exasperatedly. Lex had specifically requested he wear a decent suit to this outing, but when has he ever done what he's told? At least it's a decent jacket, and not one mutilated with various patches and push studs.
Lex chooses to ignore his son's poor behaviour in preference of seeking the man he's here for. And That's when he sees him, a very familiar man, who he knows all too well is more than just a simple reporter. "Clark."
"Luthor." The man greets in return with a nod of acknowledgement.
Lex folds his arms in front of himself defensively. "What are you doing here? It's my weekend with Conner."
"Mm, I can tell you're saying it without the K." Clark responds. They've already discussed the importance of respecting Konner's choice of name; that he is neither Kon-El nor Conner.
"And I am a big time reporter, y'know." He waves his camera and notebook as a reminder.
"Yes yes, but that doesn't explain why you're here. In Gotham." Lex lightly gestures around him with a light flourish, accentuating the point that this is not Metropolis in the slightest, where Clark typically should be unless he's flying around doing whatever. "This city has its own reporters, Clark".
"Fine, I'll be honest. Bruce invited me." Clark huffs.
"Bruce invited me", Lex mocks. "You're never going to live down those 'Superman is dating Bruce Wayne' accusations". He points out.
Clark moves to cross his arms in a mirrored defensive posture to that of Lex's. "Firstly, I'm not even wearing the cape right now. Secondly, you were the one who started those rumours!"
Lex gives nothing more than a satisfied smirk before Clark is turning his head as he picks up on Konner's approach toward them.
"Wow, real mature Pops", Kon teases with a grin, obviously being able to hear their discussion from across the room with his super-hearing. "Now I can finally answer Tim's question of where I get my ability to be so petty from". His words are directed at Lex, but he's offering one of the smuggled pastries to Clark, who accepts it with a soft 'thanks'.
"Konner!" Calls a blonde boy, civilian if his soft appearance is anything to go by, and Kon immediately turns to him as he walks over. "Oh, um, hi Konner's... dads?" he says a little hesitantly, pressing into Kon's side. The boy leans up to whisper something in his ear that Lex can't hear.
Clark can hear it though, of course, and it must be something surprising because his eyes widen a little and he raises a disbelieved brow at Konner, who goes a little pink and gives Clark a dismissive look. Lex looks between the two of them before sighing and speaking up. "Who's this?" he asks, not a fan of being kept out of the loop.
"Uh, this is Bernard." Konner's voice is a pitch higher than usual and this time it's Lex's turn to raise an eyebrow questioningly.
"And?" Lex presses. Clark gives him a look, as if not to ask.
"He's.. my boyfriend. Has been for a while now, not that you pay much attention", Konner puts an arm around the blonde's waist, pulling him in closer to his side. The shorter boy gives a shy smile.
"I thought you were dating the Wayne kid, Timothy?" Lex asked with a tone of suspicion.
"I am." Konner replies.
"I'll make you aware of the fact now, that my son becoming a playboy will not look good for my reputation", Lex warns, and Kon rolls his eyes.
"Screw your reputation. And it's not like that at all." Konner says defensively, turning to Clark. "Don't tell him what you heard. Now if you'll excuse us, we have somewhere to be." Kon turns and pulls Bernard along with him, hand remaining firm around his waist.
Both men watch as Konner walks away, Bernard handing over a small device, a remote of sorts, as the two of them exchange hushed words between and barely hidden giggles.
Lex turns to Clark. "Do I wanna know what he said?"
Clark shakes his head. "Definitely not. In fact, I wish I never developed super hearing", he replies, frowning.
Lex hums. "Well, maybe you ought to leave. I think I have a pretty good idea of what that boy just handed our son." he says completely deadpan, turning to walk away and get back to business. "Oh and I'm not giving him the sex talk, that's on you."
Clark sputters, going red as he looks between Lex and the direction of a sudden faint buzzing (that unfortunately a kryptonian could hear), followed by the sound of the young CEO choking on his drink. "Bruce is so not going to be happy about this when he finds out..." he says miserably.
"I know", he hears Kon reply. "That's why it's so fun". There's a smirk in his voice and Clark sighs exasperatedly, hanging his head. This is entirely way too much information than he is comfortable with.
"Tell Bruce I have an emergency to take care of, I'll let him handle you."
"Ooooohh I'm so scared." Kon states with heavy sarcasm, he's probably even rolling his eyes, his newer boyfriend giggling.
And Clark would probably walk right over to him, scold him loudly in front of that blonde kid about respect and responsibility and what's publicly appropriate, if it weren't for the vibrations across the room becoming much more intense.
He's out of there before Kon can smuggle anymore mini pastries.
