"good morning Mr Wayne." I hear as I enter my building. I'd normally be in Gotham but I have that newspaper interview, with superman. Well, Clark Kent. One day he'll figure out my identity, Diana has, it's just more funny than anything that he hasn't at this point.
"Good morning Mr Wayne." A bubbly voice echos.
Ah yes, the internship. I think shes just here because she wants to get some. Not happening sweetie, nice try tho.
"Hello miss?"
"Alexia, smith."
"Cliche" I whisper to myself.
"What was that sir? Anything I can help with?" She asks sounding genuine.
What can I do to get her out of my hair, money? No too up front. Oh I know.
"Nothing, sweetcheeks, Alexia is a cute name." I smile at her.
"Mr Wayne." She giggles.
"I've got a meeting soon so your going to have to head out, sorry ms James."
"Ah, apologies sir" she pouts whilst walking out of the large office doors.
A few seconds later I hear knocks on my door, is she back?
"Whats up Ms James , did you leave something?" I ask in an annoyed tone.
"Aha" I hear a nervous chuckle, not a girl chuckle either. I quickly turn around and am greeted by a slightly confused looking Clark Kent.
" Sorry, Mr Wayne was I interrupting something?" He asks scratching his head slightly.
"Apologises, Clark. Can I call you that?" I ask resetting my tone slightly smiling at him.
"Of course sir, Bruce." He smiles back.
I nod slightly signaling him to start asking questions.
... (30 minutes later)
Ring ring ring
I see Kent quickly hang up the phone call.
"Apologises sir." He sighs
"It's quite fine Clark, call them back, might be important."
He does as I say and sits there's for awhile.
All of a sudden he looks like his world just ended.
"I see, thank you." He says in a sort of emotionless tone, with that he hangs up and begins to stare at the wall.
"Everything alright Clark?" I question.
He turns towards me.
"I uh. I. My fiance. My fiance just. Just
died." He stammers
My eyes widen in surprise.
I've never seen Clark sad.
He looks at me, tears in his eyes and I look back all I can think to do is hug him. Each time I meet someone traumatized I usually introduce them to fighting crime at a very young age. But I can't with Clark. Holding him in my arms I softly whisper in his ears
"It will be ok Clark."
He looks at me tears staining his face but no longer coming out. He just hugs me tighter, very very tight. I think he forgets his strength sometimes, but I hug back, as hard as I can. I suck at comforting, it's confusing but I think I'm doing it right. Ish.
A few minutes pass but it feels like an eternity. I can't help but lift my gaze toward his defined face. I don't think we've ever been this close when we aren't fighting, it's calming in a way, the big strong guy has emotions too.
He's also taller than he looks, taller than me at least. His hair curls with perfection and his very uneeded glasses sit with beauty, I would almost say he's attractive. No, he his. Shush Bruce, hes mourning this is no time to be getting hot and bothered, comfort your 'friend'.
Suddenly he pulls away and looks me dead in the eye.
"Apologises Mr Wayne, sir" he awkwardly chuckles slightly smiling at me.
"No problem Clark, let me treat you to drinks sometime. It might not help but it'll get your mind off everything for awhile." I give a little grin back as I say this.
He widens his eyes and nods.
"We can continue this another time, though we were basically finished, yes?" I ask
He nods again still blank faced, slightly sad, slightly surprised but most of all embarrassed.
"Tonight" he says
I slightly cock my head
"Drinks, please" he says slightly tearing up again.
"Ok Clark, go get some rest or your face won't be pretty anymore" I chuckle trying to lighten the mood.
With that he walks out.
'He bought a coffee for me, I don't like coffee' I smile to myself.
SWAP - Clark pov
I sit at home, my brain telling me to find Lois. I can't though, she's gone. Forever. I can't ever change that. A car crash, a fucking car crash killed the woman of my dreams. I can't even get revenge, it was an accident, the other person died too.
"You won't be pretty anymore"
My face slightly reddens at this thought. Mr Wayne thinks I'm pretty? Would Lois want me to go out tonight, she'd want me to be happy, right? Yes she would, I know she would.
"I love you" I whisper hoping she's watching me and telling me to follow my heart. My heart, it's broken, why am I even feeling such an odd way about Bruce Wayne, trillionare playboy. His dark blue eyes that resemble lapis lazuli, his black hair that perfectly falls on his face, his perfect demeanor and his deep, raspy voice. It all seems perfect somehow. he seems like such a mystery and I want to figure out his secret.
'Time to get ready' I think getting up from the cave I made on my bed. I'll just go casual.
This is... Not very casual.
I ended up wearing my fancy cologne, my single nice shirt and the nicest pair of pants I own.
Pants, Bruce?
"AHH, no stop that" I yell gaining some weird looks from the people on the street.
He somehow got my number, I shouldn't be suprised though. He definitely picked a bar (not) near me. Though I suppose he would like fancy stuff, I mean, I do too but I could never afford anything nice unless it was on me and Lois's ani... Lois.
"I love you" I repeat,
"I truly do and I'll never forgive myself for not being there during your final moments. Am I in denile or am I just waiting for the right moment to let everything out. I already embarrassed myself in front of Bruce" I murmur to myself.
"What was that Mr Kent?" A deep voice calls, a raspy one at that. I recognize it.
"Ahahaaa, M-mr Wayne, sir." I stammer
He laughs and proceeds to put his arm around my neck, pulling me closer to him until our foreheads meet
"Just remember, I'm not a stranger and I'm here for you." He whispers just loud enough for me to hear.
