The Rich boy and his Farm alien

Crush

"I've already fallen in love with a cat burglar Don't tell me I've fallen in love with an alien." He muttered under his breath. Bruce punched the punching bag in his training room, grinding his teeth together at the fact of his stupid heart.

"He's a friend, not a Boyfriend!" Taking another hit at the punching bag making it jangle at the chains hanging it up. Bruce stood in silence for a few moments wiping the sweat off his forehead. Maybe I just need a break. He thought as he sat down on a bench taking a large gulp of water. After sitting there for a few moments, heaving himself up off the bench he dragged himself to the door and made his way to his bedroom.

Being a billionaire, of course his bedroom was large and spacious complete with an equally large ensuite and king sized bed. Plunking himself on the bed he wiped his body with a towel, he had about an hour and a half until his date--no, not a date he didn't love Clark it was just a friendly get-together. After he had wiped his body with a towel he went into the ensuite undressing and stepping into the shower.

Washing his body and using Strawberry shampoo, yes he uses Strawberry shampoo it makes him smell nice. Rubbing it through his hair and rinsing it out. Stepping out of the shower, putting a towel around his waist and staring in the mirror. He took a moment to take in his body, stitches and dents each reminding him of his fights.

Even if you love Clark, he would never love someone like you The thought crossed Bruce's mind only for him to brush it off and pick up his razor, and shaving away his slight beard only leaving short stubble.

Back in his room again, picking out a suit that wasn't too fancy, Pattersons is just a small restaurant and Bruce didn't want to be over-dressed.

Putting his utility belt on underneath his clothing and putting his coat on as he wandered down stairs.

"Looking swarve Master Bruce." Alfred came to meet him at the bottom of the stairs.

"Thanks Alfred."

"Shall I escort you there?"

Bruce opened his mouth to reply when Dick came rushing down the stairs.

"Is Bruce going on a date? Ooooh with who?" Dick leant in close to Alfed.

"It's not a dat-" Bruce was cut off.

"Superman, Master Dick."

"It's not a date." Bruce folded his arms and glared at Alfred.

"Superman? Man, you've got the worst taste in people Bruce. Like Catwoman, Talia, and Wonderwoman at one point. And don't get me started on--" Dick chuckled to himself and Alfred just grinned.

"It's not a date, we need to discuss--"

"How many children you're gonna have? Make sure he doesn't drug you, we don't want another Damian expect half alien."

"Dick don't you have training to do?" Bruce clenched his fists and gave an extra-scary Bat glare at Dick.

"Ok fine." Dick huffed and made his way to the training room, singing "Batman and Superman, sitting in a tree--"

"Let's go." Bruce stormed off to the garage with the limousine. muttering to himself.

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"I understand this is not a date Master Bruce..." Alfred spoke over to Bruce in the back seat of the limousine. "But I can tell you--"

"If you say I have a crush on him I'll jump out this window." Bruce moved his head to face the window looking out the one-sided mirror.

"I'm am just saying, if you love anyone you should tell them before it's too late."

"But I don't love him." Bruce's knuckles went white he clenched them so tightly.

"I didn't mean Clark, Master Bruce. I meant this towards anyone you love."

"I don't love anyone."

"What about Dick, Jason, Tim, Barbara, Damian... Your Paren--"

"I meant romantically Alfred." He raised his voice slightly.

"We're here Master Bruce."

Sure enough Clark was waiting outside Pattersons, wearing his normal white polo-shirt and jeans. His eyes lit up when he saw the limousine pull up.

"I wonder how long he was waiting there, we must be late sir."

"It's hard to be early when there's a guy with super-speed and can fly."

Bruce stepped out of the door held by Alfred, and walked over to Clark shaking hands with him. Clark gestured inside the Restaurant and the two of them walked inside.

"Doesn't love him my ass." Alfred smirked walking back to the Limosuine.