Title: Wait and See
Category: Smallville/Batman (Crossover)
Rating: K+
Genre: General
Pairing: Chloe/Bruce
Prompt: Contact by divasl ament
Word Count: 669
Summary: "Starting now, I'm your newest and most valuable contact."
Wait and See
-Prompt-
He stood tall, the Kevlar of his suit so tight it was near constricting. He only knew she was approaching from the click of her heels; she should know by now that even the smallest of sounds could alert others of her presence, but then he's noticed she's quite the risk taker and doesn't seem to avoid danger like much of the rest of Metropolis. She came to a stop in front of him, a folder in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She smiled up at him if he was just another normal person, not dressed like a bat and out to parole the dark streets looking for criminals. It made him wonder what she'd seen in her life that made him look normal.
"Everything you need should be in here," she assured him, handing over the folder.
Chloe Sullivan; the newest and most tenacious reporter he'd ever known in his life. She wasn't out for an exclusive on Bruce Wayne though; instead she focused on digging up every dirty detail on Metropolis' crime ring she could find and bringing it to light. He'd heard around that she was a fountain of knowledge and if he ever needed anything, she'd be the one to go to. Hitting a wall while he was searching on his own, he ended up going to her and how surprised was he that she'd done as asked.
He'd been expecting a hard-nosed, overworked looking woman that fit into the dingy surroundings of the city and instead found a beautiful woman with a genuine grin and vibrant green eyes that set him of kilter. He forced himself to remember that it was business only; she knew Batman, not Bruce and that's the way it would have to stay. Standing in front of him now, he had to reaffirm that assertion as both Batman and Bruce were having trouble not staring at her.
"You broke through the encryption?" he growled. "I only talked to you yesterday."
She smiled. "I have quick fingers."
He raised a brow and was surprised that she could tell from beneath his mask as she simply raised one back.
"For typing of course," she amended.
He looked back to the folder, opened it to be sure, checking for bugs or tracking devices and found none.
"If I wanted to find you, I could," she assured knowingly. "But I won't."
His eyes thinned. "Why?"
"Because in time, you're going to trust me. One day, I'll be your right hand woman; the sidekick you can't go anywhere without. And believe me, you'll need me. You can pretend you won't for as long as you want, but eventually..." She tapped the folder. "I have my ways and connections and anything you need I have at my disposal." Her lips quirked, eye roaming his suit. "Not that you're lacking in some of the most technologically advanced gear around."
"And why would someone like you want to be the sidekick to a vigilante?" he wondered, lips curled in suspicion.
She smiled, but he looked away. She was even prettier with that grin of hers. "Maybe I'm a masochist, but this is what I was born to do." She lifted a shoulder. "Starting now, I'm your newest and most valuable contact." She nodded before backing away. "You'll learn."
He tipped his head, staring at her searchingly.
She simply turned around, lifted a hand in farewell and then called back. "There's a few thugs on seventh, trailing behind a woman who's a little too drunk to walk straight. You might wanna look into that." She kept walking, not the least bit scared as she stepped out into the dark and unsupervised streets of Metropolis.
"Get new shoes," he yelled to her, rather smug at how she paused in her retreat for just a moment. Without waiting for a snarky reply, he disappeared into the night, off to do his job. Maybe she would become a valuable asset, he decided. He'd have to wait and see.