This is a piece of fanfiction. It's based on the characters and universe of Smallville and Batman Begins. I do not own any of these character, I don't make money off of them either I only barrow for short time.
Charmed Life
When she thinks of them she thinks of the impressions they leave on her mind. Bruce Wayne is dark and smooth like black silk, like velvet, with a hardness underneath that she feels the moments he takes her arm, smiling. There's stone and steel under that smoothness, but nothing but polished darkness over it. She doesn't like it, not even a little bit, but can't look away from those eyes that read her soul and give her nothing back. Like the city at night she wonders if he even has a soul and watches his lips as he raises a glass of wine, and wonders what it would be like to kiss them.
Lex Luther is darkness too, rich, thick and luxurious, she thinks of silk sheets and expensive liquor that goes down so smooth you don't even realize it until you've had too much. His eyes and voice are like the velvet of her dress; always fashionable never comfortable, and you think you want them until you've gotten too close. There's no hardness though, underneath it all, only a darkness that goes on and on and you can fall forever until she closes her eyes and lets her mind stop, floating, falling, never ending. Lex is not a good man, Bruce is not a good man, and she remembers what her daddy said like men like them.
Oliver Queen is a good man, rich like Bruce, or Lex, but without the darkness. Oliver's all bright colors and a sharpness that reminds her of lime, and ice. Smart, sharp, with strong hands and a good laugh. He dances her around the floor at the party, drives her home in his fancy sports car and doesn't ask to spend the night. Oliver is good man, but there's a hardness there too, a brightness that's almost brittle. He kisses her before she goes into her apartment and she turns walking into her building still tasting his kiss almost wishing she had invited him in, almost.
There's a brightness too about Clark Kent and an eager naivety that makes her want to slap him and hug him in equal messier. He's so exuberant, and alive, and sometimes she thinks she understands him completely and other times she doesn't get him at all. Clark hugs like he does everything, with strength and emotion that he wares openly on his sleeve. He's the only guy she's ever met who bounces like a giant golden retriever puppy, and he's like the brother she never had. Yet sometimes there's a hardness that scares her, something that lurks under the softness that she can't name. He's never asked her for anything, and every time he leaves without asking she wishes he had, and wonders what the question will be when he does.
They are all so different, yet all the same, the men in her life. She sometimes wonders what her daddy would say. Probably nothing good, but she knows they might all want her, might all vie for her affections but when it comes right down to it will be her choice. She's not like their other girls, she knows what she's getting herself into, and she actually listened to what her daddy had to say.
She leans back in her chair in her very own office and reflects that her life is good. She has the job of her dreams in a big city, and the richest most heroic men to choose from. She's not stupid, and she might sleep with them all, but she'll only marry one. She smiles and takes a sip of water from the tumbler on her desk. Who ever said you couldn't have your cake and eat it too obvious wasn't Lois Lane.