The Downside of Being A Wayne

4 Secret Enemies

The sulky weather reflected the mood (YN) was in perfectly. She was on her way to Metropolis, only this time she wasn't going there to see Clark, but to attend a charity event that Lex Luthor was hosting for the reopening of the Metropolis Public Library.

"I can't believe you're making me go," (YN) mumbled, staring out of the window to avoid looking at her brother who was sitting behind the steering wheel next to her. Bruce had practically forced her to get inside the car with him. She had tried to convince him all day long that one Wayne was enough at a gala to satisfy the press, but he had insisted on her attendance. "How many times do I need to explain to you that I need you with me?" Bruce sighed, tired of repeating himself.

"You didn't explain anything to me, Bruce! You never do."

He had intended on letting (YN) in on his plan to retrieve data from LexCorp's mainframe, but he knew she would try to talk him out of it. All Bruce had let her know was that he would need her to distract the other guests.

"You do realize that you're using me, right?" (YN) asked.

"(YN)," Bruce said warningly. "I am not using you. People are expecting the both of us to be there. We haven't been out in public together for a while now. You've ditched every single event since you've gotten yourself that mysterious boy toy. I barely get to see you." (YN) didn't have to see her brother's face to know he was smirking. "He's not a boy toy, Bruce!" she responded harshly and turned her head in his direction. "Stop calling him that! And it's not my fault we don't spend as much time together as we used to. If I need to remind you, you're the one always hiding in that Batcave of yours, doing God knows what."

"The only reason I'm keeping things to myself lately is because I know you won't approve of them," he explained and let out another sigh when (YN) gave him a wary look. "We're family. I don't want Batman to come between us."

And I don't want Superman to come between us, she thought before saying, "Well, the only reason I'm not introducing you to my boyfriend is because I know you won't approve of him."

"And why is that?"

"I just know."

"No, you don't," Bruce argued. "And since when do you need my approval anyway?"

"I could ask you the same question," (YN) retorted, raising her voice without meaning to. "How come you never introduce me to your flings, hm?"

"Because they're just that— Flings."

(YN) knew Bruce wasn't one for a serious relationship and kept quiet. "Let's not fight about this," he said and suggested, "Just tell me when you're ready, and I'll tell you when I'm ready. Sound good?"

(YN) managed a small smile and agreed. In a couple of hours she had to be ready. Clark would be at the event to cover for the Daily Planet and she spent the rest of the drive contemplating whether to just tell Bruce about him right there in the car, but she couldn't muster up the courage. (YN) was pulled from her thoughts when they pulled up in front of their destination.

"Shall we?" Bruce asked. (YN) frowned and grabbed her clutch. "I'd rather not."

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "I know. I dislike them, too," Bruce said, referring to the paparazzi that had their cameras at the ready.

A valet approached Bruce's black Aston Martin and first helped (YN) out of the car before opening the door for Bruce as well. She walked up to her brother's side, the flashes of the cameras already blinding her. (YN) quickly linked arms with Bruce, wanting his safety and warmth while they made their way down the red carpet. "Do you want my jacket?" he asked, seeing her visibly shake from the cold. "I'm fine," she declined and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "Let's just get this over with," (YN) said through her teeth, giving the cameras a somewhat believable smile.