A Heart Of Kryptonite

Him

You stepped out the limo and your black heels were welcomed by the red carpet. You held your hands to your eyes to shield from the blinding lights. People yelled Bruce's name left and right like a never ending song but nevertheless, it was beautiful. All the lights had captivated you and you were only snatched out your trance by Bruce putting his hand on your back.

 "Deep breath and smiles," he whispered in your ear. He pulled you onto the carpet. 

Flashing smiles at the cameras you moved your body closer to Bruce's and put a hand on your hips. It was a once in a life time feeling. Paparazzi called you both to stare into their cameras. Rose was right, you were going to be the talk of Gotham and Metropolis at this rate.

After what felt like hours but was only minutes, the pair of you walked through the glass doors to be faced with an amazingly decorated room. There was paintings everywhere and there wasn't one person who wasn't gorgeous, chatter filled the air and an overwhelming sense of achievement possessed your body making you a little bit more confident then usual.  You turned around to say something to Bruce but he was gone leaving you to roam around freely. As you walked around the room your dress trailed along behind you.

There were plenty of men and women from different businesses and some even made small talk with you. Apparently you had one of the highest positions in the room. Inhaling deeply, you picked up a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. Your red lipstick stained the glass as you took a small sip of the bubbly substance. As it travelled down your body you only felt more happy.

"My, my. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Bruce Wayne's assistant. You know Mercy you could take a thing or two from this lady because she is amazing," you spun around upon hearing your name. Holy shit. It was only Lex bloody Luthor and his oh-too-precious assistant, Mercy Graves.

You held your hand out and he shook it with some force.

"You must be Mr. Luthor and I can only assume you're Mercy," every horrible thing you'd ever said about him or his company had left your mind.  You were being the nicest person ever to them and you were mentally cursing yourself for it. Mercy smiled slightly.

"Please call me Lex. I recognise that you contribute a lot of work to Wayne industries and while you are a rival company I can't help but admire your work," a sense of guilt came over you. He knew about how much effort you put in and all you ever do is look on the bad side of the company. Pursing your lips, you nodded and smiled. He studied your face making you feel uncomfortable, "Have we met before? You look familiar."

"No, we haven't. You met my mother earlier today though. June Finch. Something about security," he paused for a moment. Scanning your face as if his luck was too good to be true. Lex snorted.

"June. What a lovely woman and what a stunning daughter she has," you giggled at his comment. He was a quirky boy who added unnecessary emphasis to his words. Every body movement he made was strangely entertaining. Out of the blue, he gasped and his palm flew up to his cheek in exaggeration. 

"That is Bruce Wayne. What am I saying? Of course you know what your boss looks like. I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't speak to him," Lex looked at you, "it's  been an honour speaking to you. Truly. Pass on my hello's to Finch. Enjoy the rest of the night," he winked and for the second time tonight the person you were speaking to disappeared into the crowd.

You turned around to see Bruce talking to a muscular man in glasses. They were scolding each other and it amused you to see Bruce so challenged. The grip on your glass tightened.

Why were you so horrible behind Lex's back when he said he admired you? He seemed to of shown great interest into your mother which lead you to believe that the meeting went well. 

Hopefully.

Before too soon Bruce had to depart - he gave you a quick peck on the cheek, knowing how to tug at a girls heart strings. The celebration went on into the night, your eyes ate every moment up. A smile was painted on your face at every second and you actually made a lot of new acquaintances and opened a few new doors of Wayne Industries. 

Although, you had this burning feeling in your head that you were being watched. You shrugged it off. It's a celebration, it's pretty hard not to be looking at someone. Only it was constant. Your tired and drunk mind needed to sleep. When you pulled out your phone to call a cab, you turned town the brightness as it was only going to encourage a migraine. 

The moment your bottom hit the seat of the cab you're muscles admitted defeat and your voice was strained. Fumbling for the limited change at the bottom of your purse, you handed it to the driver and trudged back home. 

A dim light from the kitchen crawled out of the door lighting a small part of the hallway up. You peaked your head around the corner to see your mum doing some paperwork. Too tired to even say hello, you went straight to bed.

That was the first time you met Lex Luthor.