𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Crossdresser (Superbat)...(Part Four)

Entering the club, Clark looked around; it wasn't as packed as it normally was. He made his way to his usual seat and sat down. Leo brought over his usual drink and placed it in front of him, before leaving.

After waiting a few minutes, Beatrix came on. He watched almost half of the performance before the club owner obstructed his view. When Clark looked up at him, he handed him a piece of paper before leaving again. Clark unfolded the paper and read.

'Meet me at the back entrance 5 minutes after my show.

Signed,

Beatrix,'

Clark looked up at the stage and saw her look at him before winking and turning back to the audience. His heart jumped with excitement at the thought of talking to the queen.

After the performance finished, Clark waited exactly five minutes before leaving the club. When he reached the back of the club, what he saw shocked him.

Beatrix was being held by some men, one of whom Clark recognized from the first time he was there, and punched her in the face.

"You shouldn't have refused me, darling," he snarled as he raised his fist again. Using his super-speed, Clark zoomed forward and grabbed the man, throwing him to the other end of the alleyway.

Bruce looked up just in time to see a blur of blue and red fly past his face, dragging his attacker off of him, and a body landed at the end of the alley. The other two let him go and Bruce stumbled to his feet feeling a little dizzy, he pulled the keys for the Batcar out of his pocket and was about to tumble over when a pair of hands caught him.

"Whoa, are you ok?" Superman asked, pulling him closer.

Bruce handed him the keys and mumbled, "Push the bat," Before his world went black, he heard voices calling him from far away.

When he woke up, he was staring at the very familiar feeling of his bedroom, pushing himself up and groaning in pain. "What do you think you're doing?" Asked a sleepy voice from his bedside, making him snap his head in that direction.

There in the chair sat Superman, his cape hanging over the back of the chair and his eyes staring hard at Bruce. "I'm getting out of bed," Bruce said, sitting up.

Superman stood and came over to his bed, pushing him back down and sitting beside him. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, making Bruce confused.

"Tell you what?" He asked, looking up at the man sitting on his bed.

"That you were Beatrix, Bats," Superman said, and Bruce just looked at him.

"I'm not Bat..." Bruce started but was cut off.

"Don't deny it; when you handed me your keys outside of the club, the Batmobile came 10 minutes later and stopped right at our feet. And your butler was in it. Though I knew your identity. So he didn't take much caution. Imagine my shock when I found out that Bruce Wayne was Batman, the guy I spent a lot of time with over the years. I thought he was my friend, and Batman was Beatrix, the one I'd been chasing for weeks. You'd think if he wasn't interested he'd tell me," Clark babbled, shaking his head, he made to stand up but Bruce grabbed onto him.

He looked up at Superman to see him already looking back at him. "Superman, I am interested," Bruce told him. I'm just scared. I was scared that if you knew it was me, you'd be disgusted and not want anything to do with me anymore."

Clark looked down at Bruce on the beat he could hear the nervous beat of his heart and sigh. "I'd never be disgusted with you, Bruce; what you do is your choice, not mine. I'd support you, and I would have come to your shows if you had told me sooner," Clark told him, and Bruce gave him a small smile.

"I...if you're still interested...maybe...we could go out...if you still want to," Bruce said, not meeting his eyes. Smiling Clark took his chin between his fingers and turned his face back towards him.

"I would love to."

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Re-published: May 4, 2024, 8:45 am

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