Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
General Summary: Fresh-off-the-farm Clark discovers new experiences in the Big City.
Summary: Reporters and madcap heirs.
Date Of Completion: August 18, 2007
Date Of Posting: August 31, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 329
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: greeneyelove requested "Clark and Bruce meet and have a one-night stand (or so they think) and then they discover who the other really is" from my DCU GSB Fic Request Meme. All chapters can be found here.
IT HAPPENED AGAIN TONIGHT
Clark fluttered down from the sky, Batman peering up from the rooftop.
Clark felt tired. He was feeling lonely in the big city, remembering Jim, then castigating himself for such schoolgirlish thoughts. Jim had been a one-night stand, nothing more, though he hadn’t slept with anyone since.
“So, why have you called this meeting?” asked Batman.
Clark looked at the shadowy figure standing before him on a desolate Gotham rooftop. Earlier this year, another costumed hero had come upon the scene: the mysterious Batman of Gotham City.
Batman was cold, paranoid and not give to camaraderie, but they ended up working on enough cases together so that Clark had a proposal to make.
“I think it’s time we revealed our identities.”
Batman’s jaw set. “Why?”
Clark shrugged. “Practical reasons. It’ll save time in the long run. We’re the only two heroes around, at least right now. Who else are we going to tell?”
Batman considered the logic of the argument, then said grudgingly, “All right.”
Clark smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Clark Kent. And I’m also Kal…”
Batman was removing his cowl when he froze, staring at Clark.
Clark heard a voice the thought he’d never hear again and watched midnight-blue eyes come into view. Dark hair, not blond, but there was no mistaking those eyes.
& & & & & &
Later That Night
“So, I slept with a Clark that night after all.”
“Yes, you did.”
“And I slept with a really big-time newspaper reporter, too, like Gable’s character.”
“Well, future big-time newspaper reporter. And it looks like I really slept with a rich, madcap heir!”
“I’m not madcap.”
“Maybe a screw loose or two.”
“Mmm, this chest really looks good without an undershirt.”
“This really calls for a cigarette, if I still smoked…wait, you mean five years ago…I deflowered Superman?!”
“The Walls of Jericho came tumbling down, my madcap heir.”
“I’m not madcap!!!”
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