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Crossdresser (Superbat)...(Part Three)

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Clark couldn't get Beatrix out of his head. Her eyes haunt him whenever he sleeps and every blue eye he sees reminds him of her. Sighing, Clark ran his forearm over his forehead, wiping away the sweat.

He had been back to the club almost every night for three weeks. He learned his schedule, noticing that she came in three times a week, but every time he tried to talk to her, she avoided him, practically disappearing into thin air.

He was going back again tonight, one the last time, to try and talk to her. If not then he figured he'd just have to give up. He didn't want to seem like a stalker or at worst a pervert.

"Clark, lunch," his mother's voice called from the back porch. Dropping his shovel, Clark turned and walked into the house. His mom had prepared pasta, so Clark sat down and immediately dug in, making his mom shake her head.

"Remember, I'm leaving after lunch to fly to your cousin Dana's wedding," His mum told him, and he nodded. Clark didn't like Dana one bit; she was a bitch who thought she deserved the world and did nothing to earn it, she was a spoiled rich brat, and Clark couldn't stand those kinds of people.

"How long will you be gone?" He asked.

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"About a month, I'm helping to plan the wedding, Remember," His mother said and he nodded before continuing his meal.

Bruce sat in his room, trying to read a book, but couldn't; his mind was distracted. His mind kept wandering to a red-and-blue-clad hero who had been coming to his shows for the past few weeks and trying to talk to him.

He had to admit it was sweet how Superman always rushed to get a word with him after every show, and it always hurt him to have to hide from him and watch his face go from confused to disappointed every time he couldn't find Bruce.

But he couldn't talk to him; he was afraid that if Superman figured it was Bruce under there, he would be disgusted. He had always fancied the other man, but he never expected him to like him back. Especially not with him being Beatrix.

Bruce sighed and placed his book down. He looked at the clock and noticed he had one and a half hours before he had to get dressed for his show. Standing up, he made his way out of his room to find Alfred. Maybe he could help. A few minutes later, he found Alfred in the kitchen wiping down the counters.

"Alfred, I need some advice," Bruce said, taking a seat at the counter. Alfred paused in his cleaning and came up to Bruce and sat before him.

"Is this what has got you so down after you get back from your shows?" He asked, making Bruce's head snap up.

"You know about those?" Bruce asked, shocked.

"Of course I do. I just never said anything because that's your business," Alfred said that's one of the things Bruce loved about him. He didn't interfere with Bruce's life unless it was important.

"Yeah, it's about that," Bruce said slowly, then paused. Alfred motioned for him to go on and Bruce started to tell him everything.

"It seems to me that you really like this man. I say give him a chance; it can't hurt to try," Alfred said, patting his hand as he stood from his seat. Are you going to eat before heading out?" he asked.

"Yes, thanks, Alfred,"

"No problem, Master Bruce,"

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Word count: 579

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 8:30 am

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