(Satan_Incarnate_666)
(Me: *has tons of drafts to write*
Also me: *writes the gay dorks I don't know shit about*)
So far, the morning was terrible. Late for an interview, having to skip breakfast, nearly getting his clothes ruined...it seemed like the day was just horrid and would continue to be so. Perhaps the interview would be a moment of peace, a moment of calm. It didn't sound too bad anyway, just talking. Nothing could happen there, right? Besides, someone had to travel to Gotham just to talk to him. Maybe dropping this sour attitude would make the day better. Bruce wasn't sure, nearly running into the elevator door. Rough yet nimble fingers hit the button to the appropriate floor, final minor adjustments made as the silent whirl of the elevator took him up. No full suit, just a dress shirt and nice slacks, hair a wavy mess.
The doors parted, opening to the large office with a man already seated in front of the medium sized desk. Curly hair could be seen from above the chair, said curls bouncing as the reporter stood and turned quickly. "Mr. Wayne! Clark Kent, Daily Planet." He stuck out a hand, bright eyes practically glowing behind his glasses. Bruce found it easy to smile back, shaking Clark's hand. "Thank you for taking time out of your day to talk with me, I hope today won't be busy after this."
Chuckling, the man shrugged slightly. "No, I cleared today just for you." He replied, a bit too tired to catch onto the rather flirty undertone his words had. Clark raised a brow, chuckling a little as he returned to his seat, Bruce chosing to sit in the other chair nearby instead of his desk. "Whenever you're ready."
