heart of steel. (Clark Kent/Superman)

chapter seven.

"It doesn't matter who hurt you, or broke you down; what matters is who made you smile again."

Last night was quite uneventful. Actually, it was very eventful, until Clark got.. insecure. Or overly secure. Who knows?

The entire car ride home, Clark kept telling me stories of his childhood. He began with how he didn't fit in anywhere, with anyone.

"It was like, no one understood me on a personal level. Even in kindergarten, I kept to myself. And everyone seemed to accept that," he shrugged, as his hands came his main point of interest. "Even through out high school, I didn't join any clubs, teams, sports; I was a loner."

"Seriously? I don't see how you didn't fit in; you're pretty likeable to me." I smirked glancing at him and placing my hand on his. "Seriously, those kids didn't know what they were missing. You're a great guy." At this, Clark smiled.

"Thank you, Kins," With my eyes focused on the road, it took all of me not to watch as he twisted the hair by my ear and pushed it back, laying light kisses on my collarbone.

"If you keep doing that we will not make it home," I murmured, biting my lip. His lips grazing my ear, he whispered quietly.

"Maybe I don't wanna go home?"

And it was all a blur after that.

We went back to my house, and barely made it in the door before our lips connected.

It was merely a minute before my shirt was over my head, and his was unbuttoned. Even though we were moving so fast, I felt as if every time our lips connected, time slowed a little bit more.

His hands hooked under my legs, and I jumped into his arms. Detaching my lips from his, I directed him to my bedroom. Once the door was opened, our faces were connected yet again. They only unconnected once more when my skirt was off, as he looked down on me with uncertainty.

"I'm not so sure we should--"

"Clark, I want this. I want you. Now. So shut up, and just do it," I giggled, running my hands down his bare, toned chest.

"McKinley, I don't want to hurt--"

"Clark! I'm experienced enough, you won't hurt me," I whispered, taking his hands. "Look, I'm mentally awing that you care this much about me, and are so sweet, but I'll be fine. Sore, maybe," I smirked, grabbing his hips. "But fine."

"McKinley, I can't do this. I'm sorry." He pushed me softly away and grabbed his shirt, rushing out of my room. I sat up, highly confused, slightly hurt, and extremely embarrassed. There goes a big hit right to my self-esteem.

So there I lay on my bed, tears in my eyes, and a pain in my heart.

The next day was quite awful. My alarm (Cheyney) didn't wake me up, so I was late to work. Of course Hancock was pissed out of her mind, so she stuck me with some boring piece on a coffee shop that was giving it's money to charity. Don't get me wrong, charity is great and all, but I was hoping I'd get a chance to get some action.

You know, to make up for what I didn't get last night.

Seriously though, I was kind of hoping to see Superman in action. I figured if I apologized multiple times, Superman might forgive me for kicking him out of my car last night. Hopefully.

But you've seen how good my luck is.

So currently, I am walking toward the coffee shop, "The Big Bean", trying to look at my life optimistically.

But all I feel is death. Like I literally want to die. First, I reject a freaking god, then the man I reject him for leaves me feeling insecure, before he even gets in my pants.

Damn life, back at it again with the bullshit.

As I am contemplating my mid-life crisis, and thinking of becoming a lesbian, I slam into something, and then a burning hot liquid is swimming it's way down my black top and soaking into my bra. The smell of coffee and burning flesh floats into my nose as I squeal in pain.

I guess I'm here.

"Shit, I am so sorry ma'am," I feel large hands softly pat my chest, and then I hear, "Shit, I um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch your... yeah."

At this, I laugh through my tears. Looking up, I meet soft hazel eyes, along with a slightly rugged face. Gripping my hand, the man pulled me to my feet.

"I'm Bruce, Bruce Wayne. And you are..?"

I was stunned. Bruce Wayne? Of Wayne Enterprises?

"Miss?" He looked worried, both hands holding me by my shoulders. I spoke before my mind could process it.

"Holy cow, you're a billionaire!"

At this, Bruce smirked.

"I'd like to think so. Or is it trillionaire now?" Bruce pretended to ponder it. I rolled my eyes.

"Excuse my outburst, I was just stunned. It's not every day you get the chance to sue a billionaire for severe burns on your chest."

His head shot up, but when he saw I was joking he let out a low chuckle.

"Speaking of, is there anyway I can repay you for.. all this?" Bruce motioned toward my chest.

"There's no need; I'm clumsy, this happens a lot." I shrugged with a small smile.

"Well, you're pretty, so it's okay," This caused me to giggle. "But seriously, let me buy you brunch, and maybe pay for a new shirt?"

"Fine. But if you spill anything on me this time, I will actually sue."