𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Accidentally in love (Superbat)...(Part Four)

Clark heard loud sirens and shouting from where he had just stopped a crime at the edge of Gotham and Metropolis. He handed over the crooks and flew over the border and into Gotham. He flew to where he saw a bank being robbed.

Without thinking, he swooped into action and apprehended the criminals. It took a good thirty minutes to do so because the bank robbers decided to take hostages and hold them at gunpoint.

Clark handed it over to the police and looked around, wondering where the dark night that had been constantly on his mind lately was. He saw a man who looked like he was in charge and went over to him.

"Hello, are you in charge?" He asked and the man turned around to look at him.

"Why yes, I am, Commissioner Gordon. Thanks for all the help, Superman," he said, and Clark nodded.

"I have a question, Where's Batman?" He asked.

"Eh, the bat is out of commission. He got shot two weeks ago and is resting until he heals," Commissioner Gordon said, and Clark looked at him wide-eyed.

"Shot? Where? Was it bad?" Clark asked, worried, and the commissioner looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, he's fine. He keeps moving around so it's taking longer for him to hear properly." The commissioner said, "I didn't know you and Batman were friends." He said and Clark's face grew red.

"Well, we aren't friends pre-say. We met once. And now I can't get him out of my head," Clark told him, and the commissioner raised a brow at him.

"You're the one he helped catch Mark Porter?" Gordon said and Clark froze,

"H...he talks about me?" Clark stuttered out and Gordon chuckled.

"Ha, not exactly. He talks in his sleep. Lately, he's been sleeping talking about some red and blue hero that's messing with him." Gordon said laughing, "Come on, I'll take you to him. I know. He'll love to see you." Gordin said, and Clark got in his card, and the Commissioner drove him to a manor.

The exited the car and Gordon entered the house without Knocking. They heard a noise coming from the kitchen and headed that way. There standing at the stove was a shirtless Bruce. His upper half was bandaged and he was wearing gray sweater pants.

"Didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to be cooking? Because that involves moving unnecessarily. " Gordon asked sounding irritated.

Bruce turned around to face him but his eyes got stuck on the red and blue classic hero standing a bit behind him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked looking between Clark and Gordon.

"I heard you were injured. I wanted to make sure you were OK," Clark said, looking at Bruce's bandages on his chest and then back to his face.

"Well, um, thanks," Bruce said, turning back and turning off the stove. You can stay for dinner if you want. I made pasta," he said, looking a little unsure.

"I would like that," Clark said, smiling as he went over to the counter and sat down. "Pasta is my favorite."

Bruce took out some plates and shared the food with the three of them. They sat on the island and ate until Gordon's walkie-talkie went off.

"I have an idea," Gordon said, standing up and bringing his plate to the sink. "Why don't Clark, stay here with Bruce till he gets better. Maybe you can stop him from moving around so much and reopening his wounds." Gordon suggested Clark had told them his name earlier stating it was only fair since he knew Batman's.

"I would love to stay and help take care of you, Bruce, and I can help out around the city, too, while I'm here." He said, smiling widely at Bruce, who had opened his mouth to protest.

"Fine," Bruce said, and Gordon exited the kitchen winking at Bruce before disappearing.

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Word count: 632

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 6:30 pm

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