Standing Still

By; LivvyWriter

Summary: Chloe walks in on something that makes her question her feelings for Clark. Distraught and feeling alone, Chloe finds herself in an elevator with Bruce Wayne. Getting to know Bruce makes her realize that maybe Clark isn't the one for her. Things began to change and Chloe thinks that Bruce may be keeping something from her. Maybe Clark is who she's meant to be with. Who's best for her, Clark or Bruce? Superman or Batman?

Rating- pg-13

Disclaimer- None are my characters except for the unfamiliar ones.

Author Notes- This will be a chapter fic, but I will only continue writing if I feel like it's being received well. This takes place when they are twenty four and Chloe and Clark live in Metropolis.

Do you want me
Like I want you?
Or am I standing still?
Beneath the darkened sky?

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"WAIT! Chloe, WAIT!" Clark shouted after the petite blonde's retreating figure.

Chloe stopped as she heard his words follow her out of his Metropolis apartment. 'What, is his voice superhuman too?' She wondered.

She turned around and mustering the coldest voice she could, she said, "No Clark, I came here tonight to tell you something that I never thought I'd tell anyone, and I find you with her? I thought I knew you better. Actually, no; I thought you knew better."

She knew she wasn't going to cry. This was more than disappointment, more than sadness, it was outrage. She couldn't believe that when she finally felt like she had Clark, finally felt like they were together, he would go and bring Lana into their lives again.

"She kissed me! I swear Chloe; I would never do that to you! We have something good now- and she just showed- she just showed up!" He threw his arms in the air and started to come closer to her. She backed away slowly until she was back to back with another apartment door.

"Don't give me that boldface lie. Don't lie STRAIGHT to my face! I know you better than anyone knows you; I know when you're not telling the truth. Sure, maybe she was the one to kiss you, but you can't honestly say that you haven't thought about her everyday since you found out that she had split from Lex. You can't tell me that, you can't lie to me Clark, I know you far too well..or at least I thought I knew you."

He moved closer until if Chloe had let him, he could've wrapped his arms around her.

"Chloe, I have thought about her and I've been confused. Nothing has ever been this continuously good for me, I was waiting for the moment when it all collapsed, and I thought that Lana was meant for me-"

Chloe interrupted him, "Well why don't you march yourself back in there, because Clark, I'm gone. I won't be second to her anymore, it's not happening." She shoved him away, and he noticed that for a woman of only a few inches over five foot, she had strength.

"Chlo! Chloe!" His voice rang after her as the elevator doors closed behind her.

When they finally did close, she sunk to the ground and covered her face with her hands. The sobs came and they shook her body. His apartment was on the twenty-third floor and as the elevator came closer to the ground floor, Chloe tried to pull herself together.

All of the sudden, the elevator stopped. She looked up from her hands and noticed a man in the corner. He pulled his hand away from the 'Stop' button and smiled.

"You looked like you needed a little more time." He said, his voice incredibly low and crisp.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was in here, I thought it was just me.." She stood up and straightened her knee length black skirt. She had come straight from work, so she was still clad in a black pencil skirt, white blouse and black heels.

"I would've introduced myself immediately, but you looked so distraught I didn't want to bother you. I'm Bruce by the way." He stuck out his hand and smiled.

She clasped it and shook it. "I'm Chloe Sullivan, I'm sorry for making such a scene. I just walked in on my boyfriend with an old girlfriend of his. It's a mess and I'm sorry for subjecting you to my problems." He gave her a sympathetic look but then smiled.

"You don't remember me, do you Miss. Sullivan?" He asked, his impossibly dark eyes seemed to twinkle, prompting Chloe to smile inquisitively.

"No, I'm very sorry; I have practically no memory when it comes to names." She self consciously pushed down her already flawless (due to primping it excessively before coming to Clark's) hair, making it stick up in the back.

"Well Alfalfa," He said as he laughed and pushed down the stray rebellious hair. "You interviewed me about a year ago for your paper. I couldn't forget a face like yours and I understand that you probably have a line of boyfriends to keep up with."

Chloe squinted her eyes and remembered. How could she not remember?

"Bruce Wayne? Head of Wayne Enterprises? I can't believe I forgot the name of number one on 'People's' list of sexiest bachelors!"

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. "You saw that? Oh God…" He laughed and she remembered how smitten she had been with him at the interview.

He by far deserved the number one spot on the list. At about six foot two, he towered over most, and his impeccable physique helped quite a bit. His almost black hair was cropped close to his head, making him look very sharp.

"I saw it and I'll admit I fawned over the two page spread like every other woman in this country, it was pretty fantastic." He let out a bark of laughter so loud she felt like the elevator would drop from its stalled position. The laughter shocked her into laughing quite loudly also, and before she knew it, tears were coming from her eyes.

They stood in silence for a moment and she was brought back to life when she saw him check his watch.

"Oh my God! I've kept you from something haven't I? We've been in here for-" She checked her watch and gasped, "for close to forty-five minutes! I'm so sorry Mr. Wayne I didn't realize..." She went to press the 'Start' button but he gently grabbed her hand away from the panel of buttons.

"Call me Bruce, and there's nothing I have better to do than spend my time with a beautiful woman like yourself Miss. Sullivan." He still grasped her hand and she lifted her eyes from watching their hands to his dark eyes and she smiled.

"Call me Chloe. You have no idea how much this elevator ride has meant to me." They were now a foot apart.

"It's all my pleasure, Chloe." His eyes pierced her own green ones, and she felt entranced.

The elevator suddenly jerked and began going down. Chloe's startled eyes found his own and the elevator jerked again, harder this time, causing Chloe to barrel into Bruce. He caught her as the elevator jerked again, sending them both into the opposing wall.

The door opened and the two looked to see an audience. Chloe let her jaw drop as everyone began to clap. Bruce stood up and brought Chloe with him.

"Mr. Wayne! Dear God, I'm glad you're alright! I'm so sorry, this elevator has been acting strangely for quite a while. I can't believe it just stopped, but I'm so glad that you and your guest are not harmed." The manager of the apartment building said as he fiddled with his hands. His eyes darted nervously from Chloe and Bruce to the crowd of spectators.

"Mr. Song, the elevator wasn't.." Bruce began, but Chloe stepped in before he could finish his sentence.

"The elevator wasn't safe, and Mr. Wayne here made sure that my poor heart didn't collapse from the strain of it all! He's a hero if you ask me." Chloe feigned a weak image and Bruce had to try his hardest to keep from laughing.

"Quite a hero indeed." A voice from behind them said. Bruce turned around to face a large man that he guessed to be in his mid twenties.

"Can I help you?" Bruce asked, the smile fading from his face. His eyes flickered to Chloe who was talking to the manager a few yards away.

"Bruce let's go get something to.." Chloe stopped dead in her tracks. "Clark."

"Something to Clark?" Bruce asked; his attention completely focused on the young woman in front of him.

"No, I'm Clark. Right now I'm wondering why that elevator chose to stop, with you two in it, when it has never before stopped. I'm wondering if this hero here had something to do with it."

"Maybe if you hadn't have driven her into the elevator, she wouldn't have been in there when it got stuck." Clark stepped forward and said,

"Why are you in Metropolis anyway? Why aren't you heading your business in Gotham? Maybe you're here to steal some more money from the unsuspecting people of Metropolis." Clark hinted on what was rumored in the newspapers.

"I'm here on business and at least I'm not screwing an old flame when I already have a girl."

Clark made a motion to come closer but Chloe chose that moment to get in the middle.

"It doesn't concern you Clark. It doesn't matter what happened in that elevator and it's not your business if something did. Now Bruce, do you want to go get coffee or something?" Chloe stood taller and more erect than Bruce had seen her stand before.

Clark came to stand in front of Bruce, blocking her view of him, and said in a quieter voice,

"Chloe, we should talk. Let's go back up to my apartment and I'll explain everything. I swear it meant nothing, I sent her home right after it happened. That's the first time I've seen her in four years. You or I haven't seen her since we were twenty-one! I was shocked, I let her in, and she kissed me."

"Clark, we'll talk about this later. I can't do this now, it's been too soon. Give me a couple days and then call me. We'll see if we can work it out then."

Clark opened his mouth for a rebuttal but Bruce broke in. "Yes Chloe, I'd love to get some coffee. I know a great place right up the street actually."

"Okay Bruce, let's go. Clark, I'll talk to you later." She and Bruce started to walk out of the lobby and Chloe looked back and smiled at Clark. His eyes were filled with sadness and he waved, half smiling. Chloe turned back around and with Bruce's hand on her lower back, let him lead her out of the crowded building.


Or am I standing still?

Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you that passed me by?

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