Catch Me If I Fall || R.Grayson ||

Metroplois:

A/N: I swear I had a point starting this chapter from a different POV, I just kinda forgot what that point was supposed to be, so if this is confusing and unnecessary, sorry in advance -- I would consider rewriting, but in my opinion, every fanfic is somewhat cringe, and none of them deserve more than a first draft to preserve the original cringe that makes a fanfic a fanfic. 

Also my sleep schedule is so screwed up at this point ... 

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If there was one thing Clark Kent knew about Bruce Wayne, it was that the man was a straight up hypocrite. He was a reckless player, with the world at his fingertips. But on top of all that, he was smart, and calculating. Prepared for the absolute worst case imaginable, yet so prone to making the dumbest, wildest decisions in the known galaxy.

It started when the billionaire took in that little orphan boy.

And while the media went wild with that new piece of drama, Clark was suspicious. He knew the Batman. The vigilante was cold, and demanding. Scary, he would even say. Ruthless, and unnecessarily brutal.

What could he possibly want with a kid?

Tonight was special.

The first Wayne Tower in Metropolis, and there was, naturally, a gala to commemorate the grand opening. A party to celebrate the spanning of Wayne Enterprises. The attention this was going to get was big. Even Oliver Queen, known aristocrat and millionaire —also formally known as Green Arrow to the Clark and the Justice League — from Star City, was flying out to attend.

"We're here to focus, Kent," Lois said, fussing with the side of her long navy dress. She looked beautiful dressed up for the occasion. "Don't get distracted, and please try to get something for Perry."

"I know how to do my job," Clark laughed her off, taking the time to readjust his tie. Of course, as reporters, he and Lois Lane were being sent in, sort of like an undercover mission, to get an inside scoop on the happenings in Gotham. Or something. Only a handful of reporters were allowed inside at the party, and, frankly, he was surprised when Bruce hadn't crossed his name off the list of approved people. They weren't exactly on good terms, as civilians or superheroes.

The moral line between them was just too thick.

Clark was easily distracted, regardless of what he said; they were already inside, and everything was simply divine. He had to admit, Bruce had style when it came down to his buildings and parties. The open space on the ground floor was packed full of the richest, most important politicians and socialites from both cities, all dressed extravagantly to match the theme; Endless Money.

"Why don't we split for a bit?" Lois suggested, nudging his arm. "You know, cover more ground. Tell me if you come across Mr.Wayne; I'd really like to get a few words."

Clark nodded, and walked at a modest fashion toward the entrance. He could hear the cars pulling up, and the people outside. His X-ray vision allowed him to see through the crowds as a dark blue car pulled up to the red carpet, and a beautiful young couple stepped out into the flash of reporters and paparazzi. They were familiar, but Clark couldn't put names or places to them. They were forgotten about by the time they entered the building, however, because of the black limousine that glided soundlessly to a stop where the blue car had stalled just moments before.

An elegant old man came around the back of the limo to extend a hand to Bruce Wayne as he stepped out into the spotlight. To the normal eye, he seemed prepared and welcoming of all the attention, but Clark saw things a lot slower than most; a reason he was able to understand The Flash a little more than the other Justice Leaguer's. There was a split second of discomfort that flicked across the billionaire's expression before he rewarded the camera's with a charming smile, even the occasional wave. He was used to this. Clark couldn't believe that this man doubled as the Batman.