𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙 (𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙) [√]

Part Four

Bruce couldn't believe he had done it. He had asked Superman out because of a bet and felt extremely guilty. As he learned Superman's name, he and Clark texted back and forth since they had exchanged numbers.

Bruce had to admit that Clark was funny. He always sent him good morning and good night texts, asking how his day was and sending him corny jokes and cute pictures of golden animals. Tonight was their date, and Clark said he wanted to take Bruce out even though he was the one who asked.

Bruce looked in the mirror and nodded to himself. He wore a dark blue button-front shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes. "Master Bruce, your guest has arrived," Alfred said suddenly behind him, and Bruce spun around to face the man.

"Thanks, Alfred," He said as he exited the room and went down to the living room, where Clark waited for him.

"Bruce," the other man exclaimed happily as he turned to look at him. You look amazing," Clark said, and Bruce found himself blushing.

"T-thanks," He stuttered as he led Clark to the closet by the door and grabbed his coat before exiting the manor. "Where are we going?" He asked as Clark opened the door for him.

"Well, I know you said you have been stressed lately. So, I thought I would take you somewhere to take your mind off work and help you relax," Clark told him as he pulled out of the gates. They drove for about forty minutes before they came to a stop.

Clark quickly got out and held the door open for him. Bruce stepped out of the car and looked around. In front of him was what looked like a farmhouse. Over the door were the words Sunflower Barn, painted in bright yellow. Bruce raised a brow and looked up at Clark. The taller man only smirked as he led him into the farmhouse.

Bruce's eyes widened as he looked inside, seeing that it was a restaurant. The floor was hardwood; there were at least fifteen booth tables with red checkered table cloth and flowers in the middle; they faced away from each other, all facing the stage at the back of the barn; the seats were tall and in a semi-circle, so no one could see who was in the other. There was a live band playing on the stage, a song that Bruce recognized. Clark walked up to the podium next to the door and told the lady standing there his name; she led them to a booth and handed them two menus before leaving.

"Wow," Bruce said as he looked around him, "I didn't know this place existed," Bruce said, and Clark chuckled.

"Yeah, not many people know of this place," Clark said as he picked up the menu and looked at its items, even though he had come here before and knew what was offered.

"You have been here on dates before?" Bruce asked, and Clark nodded.

"Yeah, twice." Clark answered, "But their company was not as enjoyable as you are." Clark said, and Bruce let out an amused huff.

"So, what would you recommend?" Bruce asked, picking up his menu and reading it.

"My mom's friend is a cook. Anything she makes is amazing. I love her shrimp and lobster scampi, though," Clark said, and Bruce hummed.

"I think I will try it," Bruce said as a waitress came.

"What can I get you, lovely gentlemen, this evening?" she asked, looking at Bruce and batting her eyelashes.

Clark looked up at the waitress and glared when he saw who it was. "Susan," he sneered. The girl turned to look at him and glared right back.

"Kent, what are you doing here?" Susan asked as she gave him a once-over before turning back to Bruce. "So, what can I get you, handsome?" Clark sighed, glaring at her. Though he really wanted to, his mother taught him never to hit or insult a female unless he had a really good reason. Susan was giving him a really good one by flirting with his mate.

"Yes, you can apologize to my date for your behavior and get us another waitress," Bruce said, his voice stern and harsh as he spoke.

Clark looked at him wide-eyed as Bruce looked up at Susan with an intense look that he had never seen on him before. "O-of-course, Mr. W-wayne," Susan stuttered as she turned to Clark and apologized before rushing off.

They got another waitress, and dinner went smoothly afterward; they made small talk as they ate. One and a half hours later, they exited the farmhouse. Clark led the way back to the car and opened the door for Bruce, and they got in.

Clark drove Bruce back to his manor and walked him to the door. "Thanks for going out with me tonight," Clark said softly as Bruce pulled out his key and opened the door before returning to Clark.

"No Problem. I had fun," Bruce said, giving Clark a smile. Clark leaned over and kissed Bruce's cheek before turning red and rushing to his car, leaving Bruce on the doorstep. He then headed to his car and drove away.

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Re-published: April 22, 2024, 9 am

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