Opposite Eventually Attract

Something's Gotta Give (ii)

Before the guard even knew what was going on, he was suddenly met with hand to his mouth and an arm wrapped around his throat. He reached for his gun, but the moment he lifted it up, it came up much further than he expected and smashed into his forehead. The man let out one last muffled sound before instantly blacking out.

Bruce gently eased the man to the ground, before positioning his body against a wall so that it was mostly out of sight.

"So what's the plan?"

Bruce turned and scowled at the man who had suddenly appeared next to him. He had felt his presence long before he had spoken and admittedly was already expecting his arrival.

"The plan is that I will take these guys out," Bruce replied as he strode past Clark without any further acknowledgement.

"Ok, so what do you want me to do?" Clark asked as he followed behind.

"Leave," Bruce commanded.

It was at that point Clark suddenly stepped out in front of him and frowned. "You're kidding me, right?"

Bruce stopped and looked back up and Clark expressionlessly. "Does it look like it?"

"It never does," Clark muttered. The two men then stared each other down, before Clark finally shook his head and dropped his gaze. Once again, there was no point in trying to match Bruce's tactics.

"Ok, really, I just scanned the building, there is a terrorist group the size of a small militia here threatening everyone, do you really think you can take care of everything yourself?"

Bruce continued to glare at Clark wordlessly. Clark let out a frustrated yet controlled sigh. "Okay, dumb question."

Once again Bruce pushed past Clark and started to make his way down the hall.

"Look, I am not questioning your abilities, but I am here. Let me help you," Clark continued to plead as he followed along side him.

"I don't meddle in Metropolis, so leave Gotham alone."

Another exasperated breath could be heard from the man of steel, and this time his voice was much less maintained. "You don't own Gotham. Okay, maybe your family owns half the city, but Batman doesn't own Gotham. I see people in trouble I'm going to help them, regardless of what you say."

"Fine, do whatever you like, just keep out of my way," Bruce growled as he turned around and started heading the opposite direction Clark was facing.

Finally out of patience, Clark grabbed Bruce's arm, and forced him to turn back around.

"Bruce, what is your problem?"

Bruce immediately pushed Clark's hands away and snapped back. "What is my problem? What about you?"

"What about me? What are you talking about?"

The look of confusion on the reporter's face was hard to deny. Bruce was also surprised at his own reaction but before he could reply both heroes were suddenly interrupted.

"HEY! What are you two doing? Put your hands up!" Both men had been spotted by another guard. Considering neither hero had changed out of their civilian attire yet, the man had no idea who they were and was obviously confused as to why guest were roaming the halls. He pointed his gun at both of them and started to approach.

Both Clark and Bruce raised their hands into the air, however, Bruce flicked his wrist in such a quick manner, the guard completely missed the release of the batarang that flew out his sleeve. Before he even knew what hit him, the man was lying unconscious on the ground.