𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

It's going to be ok (Superbat)...(Part Two)

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Bruce hated seeing Clark like this. He's been off for about a week now, and every time he asked, Clark became closed off and changed the subject.

He was on his way now to pick up Clark for lunch, driving through the city and heading towards the Daily Planet. He pulled up alongside the building and stepped out of the car immediately drawing a lot of attention to himself in his Italian suit. He texted Clark letting him know that he had arrived but got no response. He leaned against the car, waiting for Clark to come down.

After a few minutes with no sign of the other man Bruce entered the building, he entered the elevator and went up to Clark's floor. Exiting the elevator he felt almost every eye on him but ignored them. He looked around until he spotted the mop of brown hair belonging to his best friend.

He started heading in that direction only to be cut off by a stout man with gray hair. "Mr. Wayne, my name is Perry White, Editor in Chief. What do we owe the pleasure of having such a man as yourself in our place of business," He said, his voice loud and arrogant.

Bruce glanced at him briefly and sighed, he knew this man. He had been trying to get an interview with him for years. "I'm not here on business, White. I'm just here to collect what I came for," He said, irritatedly.

"Bruce, what are you doing here?" A voice came from behind the short man, and he looked up to see the blue eyes he had come to love over the years.

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"Kent, don't bother the man. Don't you have something to write?" Perry snapped at Clark before Bruce could say anything.

"Mr. White, I advise you to be a little nice to my friend," Bruce said in a fake sweet voice.

Clark stiffened at the sound of Bruce's voice, he knew that voice. It was the voice he used when he was overly annoyed and wanted to hit something, and in this case, that would be Clark's boss.

Grabbing Bruce's hand Clark quickly pulled him away from the other man and towards his desk. "What are you doing here?" He whispered, very aware of people trying to listen in.

"It's Wednesday, the day when we normally meet for lunch," Bruce said, frowning down at him.

"Oh, right. Let me get my bag, and we can go," he said, turning his back. He gathered his important stuff and put it in his bag before leading Bruce out of the building to a cafe nearby.

He was very aware of Bruce's eyes on him all through the meal but chose to ignore him and stare at his food while trying to carry on a conversation.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash behind them, and they both turned around to see robots marching down the street, destroying buildings and injuring people. Sighing, Clark turned back to his meal to see Bruce looking at him with a raised brow.

"What?" He asked, trying to play dumb.

"Aren't you going to something?" Bruce asked, a surprised look on his face.

"I don't feel like being a superhero today," He lied, not wanting to tell him that he didn't have his powers at the moment.

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Bruce stared at him for a moment before standing, going over to Clark's side of the table, and bending over him. "We're having a conversation about this later," he said frustratedly, before dropping some money on the table and leaving the cafe. A few seconds later, Batman arrived on the scene.

Clark watched through the glass as his best friend fought his battle for him, he felt tears prick his eyes as he watched. What if his powers went away permanently, then the only thing that made him special would be gone and he would have to stop doing what he loved the most, saving people.

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Word count: 643

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 5:30 am

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