Pairings/Characters: OC Narrator, Clark/Bruce
Genres: Challenge, Fluff
Summary: An interested observer enjoys watching Clark and Bruce on a crisp autumn day in Metropolis.
Date Of Completion: September 2, 2009
Date Of Posting: September 9, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 513
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for mithen’s ShuffleFic Challenge C at worlds_finest. Prompt: The Couple On The Street :)
This is what kept me occupied part of the time while waiting in the jury pool room last week. :)
I’m a woman who notices things. I work as a secretary in an accounting office and details are important in my job.
I like to people-watch on my lunch hour, sitting at a small café a few blocks from the office.
Metropolis is a city filled with interesting people. When the weather is good, a lovely, crisp, autumn day like today, they all enjoy being outdoors like I do, walking or running or even skateboarding down the concrete sidewalks. I watched a young couple drift down the street hand-in-hand, moony-eyed, and sharply-dressed businessmen-and-women hurrying to some important appointment or another.
Children gamboled ahead of indulgent parents and housewives meandered down the street, glad to be out of the house. A group of laughing elderly women strolled toward O’Connor’s, an Irish pub down the street.
I sipped my frothy cappuccino, my eye caught by a tall, broad-shouldered man in a rumpled blue suit waiting outside Wayne Tower, nervously fingering a red tie.
He looked vaguely familiar, his blue-black hair neatly combed and bright blue eyes blinking behind horn-rimmed glasses. There was an endearing awkwardness about him as he moved, pacing a short distance back-and-forth.
He smiled as a young mother wheeled her baby past him in a gaily-colored stroller, the baby gurgling happily.
There was a definite sweetness in his smile that was very attractive. I kept my eye on him even while watching other people.
I guessed that a very nice body was hiding beneath that rumpled suit. He wasn’t a small man by any means.
Suddenly, his face lit up.
Another man had emerged from Wayne Tower, the same height and build but dressed in a charcoal-gray Armani suit, his dark hair perfectly-coiffed and his deep blue eyes glittering. With a start, I recognized Bruce Wayne.
He had built a tower bearing his family’s name a few blocks down from The Daily Planet. I loved watching the gigantic-golden globe rotating on top of the most recognizable landmark in Metropolis.
This corporate shark (he was no mindless playboy, not with that body language), the Prince of Gotham, was smiling at the sweet, rumpled man and giving him a hug instead of a handshake. His hand caressed the sweet man’s back just a little, but I saw it.
They separated and were talking, then headed down the street toward the café.
I pretended to be very interested in my cappuccino, and the couple passed right by me.
Because they were a couple, even though they were very discreet, but they were holding hands even without holding hands, right in each other’s personal space, if you know what I mean.
“Clark, you know that Dick would love to see you, and Alfred’s already preparing your favorite for dinner.”
“That’s great, Bruce! Alfred’s cooking is the best. Besides Ma’s, of course.”
Bruce laughed and I suddenly realized who ‘Clark’ was: Clark Kent, star reporter for The Daily Planet.
I watched the couple walk down the street, feeling happy for their happiness.
Finishing my cappuccino, I went back to the office with a smile on my face.
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