The reader is the younger sister of the famous billionaire Bruce Wayne and dating his biggest enemy: Superman. Needless to say, (YN) does everything to keep her relationship hidden.
*Explicit Sexual Content*
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(YN) took a deep calming breath. A cold breeze was dancing around her legs as she stood outside her brother's house, procrastinating the inevitable. She closed her eyes, thinking of Clark and how she had to put an end to their secrecy that continued to negatively impact their relationship. (YN) knew he was worth the probable conflict awaiting her on the other side of the door. She straightened her back and reached for the doorbell, her hand shaky. Disregarding the nervous feeling in her stomach, she rang it anyway. Although expecting to see Alfred, relief washed over her as the door swung open, and it was him who greeted her. "Miss Wayne," he beamed at her. "It's been so long. Please come in." (YN) returned his smile. "It's good to see you, Alfred. How are you?" she asked, setting foot inside Bruce's home for the first time in months. She hadn't come to visit, and she had long given up on convincing Alfred to call her by her first name. He had played a big part in raising her, but still refused to drop the formalities. "I can't complain," Alfred said kindly. "Master Wayne will be with you in just a moment. I believe he's still downstairs. May I take your coat?"
"No, thank you, Alfred. I won't be staying. This will only take a minute," (YN) explained as the older man was leading the way into the living room. "Aren't you joining us for dinner?" Alfred wondered. "Your brother was supposed to pass on the invitation last night." He couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice. "It must have slipped his mind," she replied absently, drawn to the perfectly aligned photos Bruce kept on top of his mantelpiece. A few childhood pictures were among them. (YN) felt a fleeting stab of sorrow at the thought of their deceased parents. She cleared her throat and averted her eyes. "Wouldn't be the first time," Alfred mumbled disapprovingly. "Does he know you were coming then? Is he expecting you?"
"I don't think so, no." As a matter of fact, she knew her brother wasn't expecting her to drop by. (YN) had successfully managed to stay out of his way at the office all day. She despised working with him whenever they got into an argument. He would purposely disagree with her on any matter that presented itself, just because he could, only then to do as she had suggested after all. It was time-consuming, and simply pointless. And each time this happened, (YN) considered giving up her chair at Wayne Enterprises. They had too much of a hard time to keep things professional when they got personal, and she had to ask herself whether her position was worth risking their relationship.
"Well, there's no reason to keep you waiting. I will go and fetch him right away," Alfred said, interrupting her train of thought. "Unless you'd like to go down there yourself, ma'am." Hearing him use that title to address her, nearly made (YN) cringe, but she caught on to what he was implying. Unbeknownst to them however, Bruce had already left the Batcave.
"That won't be necessary, Alfred."
She looked up at the sound of her brother's voice. He was standing in the doorway to the hall, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "What do you want?" he spat coldly, the annoyance practically radiating off of him. (YN) scoffed at him."Can we please talk?" she mustered to ask nicely, fighting the urge to mirror his tone.
