𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Farmboy (Superbat) ...(Part Two)

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Clark woke up the next morning feeling grouchy. He had fallen asleep immediately as he went to bed but woken up a little over two hours later. He couldn't go back to sleep because he was worried about his mom.

She had told him it wasn't anything severe, and the doctor said if she was hot treated it could be gone in two weeks, but that didn't stop him from worrying all the same.

Clark tumbled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, where he showered and got ready for his day before heading down to where his mom had breakfast laid out. "Thanks, Mom," he said as he sat down.

An hour later, Clark was walking into the lobby of Wayne Industries. He walked up to the blonde receptionist and smiled at her. "Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Wayne. My name is Clark," he said and watched as she typed.

"Yes, Clark Kent. Mr. Wayne will see you now. Just head up to the top floor," She told him. Clark thanked her and headed to the elevator. He was very nervous he had heard that Bruce Wayne was a Ruthless man and was somewhat of an asshole.

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The elevator opened and Clark stepped out, he made his way up to a desk placed beside a pair of big oak doors. He looked around and didn't see anyone so he knocked on the door.

"Come in," A deep, rich voice called, and Clark felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound. He opened the door and entered before Closing the door and standing just inside.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Kent, the reporter from the Daily Planet," the man standing behind the desk said. He had dark brown hair, light pink lips, blue eyes, and a muscular body.

Clark took a step forward and reached out his hand. "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne," he said.

Bruce took Clark's hand, giving it a firm shake before taking his own seat. He watched as Clark took a seat and pulled out a notebook.

"Why don't we get down to business? How are we going to do this?" Bruce asked.

"Well, I'm supposed to be spending the week around you, to see how you run the business and just who Bruce Wayne is," Clark said, and Bruce couldn't help but watch the way his lips moved.

"That's good. I can work with having you around all day," Bruce said with a smirk, and Clark's face got a slight hue of pink. "How about we do it this way: We meet up at nine every morning and then work till dinner?" he asked.

"That can work. I don't have a problem with that," Clark replied and Bruce smiled.

"Very well then." He said, standing up, and Clark followed, standing up as well. "We can start now; I have a meeting in a few minutes, so we can start with that," He said, leading Clark out the door and into the conference room.

The rest of the day was pretty much the same: meetings and paperwork. They had lunch together, with Clark asking Bruce questions. At the end of the day, when they were heading out of the building, Clark's phone chimed, and he pulled it out and smiled.

"Girlfriend?" Bruce asked, feeling slightly jealous. Clark looked up. "What? Oh no, it's my mom. She's making my favorite tonight," Clark told him and Bruce let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

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"That's nice," Bruce said with a slight smile that Clark realized didn't reach his eyes. Then he remembered Bruce's parents had died when he was younger.

"Um...y..y.ou c...could join us if you want. I don't think she would mind. I mean, you don't have to," Clark stuttered out, avoiding eye contact and suddenly falling nervous all over again.

Bruce looked at Clark and watched him fidget a little, smiling a little wide. "I would love to join you and your mother," Bruce answered.

Clark smiled back at him, before leading the way out of the building. "Um, I didn't drive, so we have to take your car," Clark mumbled.

"That's fine, just tell me where to go," Bruce said as he led the way to his car.

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Word count: 695

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 4:15 am

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