Title: "Crash" - A Batman/Smallville Crossover
Author: I, being, me DUHH
Pairing: Leans toward Chlark, a little Clois, inevitable Brois, Chimmy here and there
Rating: T
Warnings: Umm...you may not like it? This is my first fanfic after all
Spoilers: "Justice" barely
Short summary: Batman doesn't like Lex, Clark doesn't like Bruce, supervillians blow things up, oh my!

Disclaimer: SUPERMAN, BATMAN, "Smallville" and all related elements are trademarks of DC COMICS. I am not clever enough to have made up any of them. Nothing belongs to me except the clothes on my back, and I didn't even buy those. If I did own Batman and Superman, I'd have about a million more dollars than I have right now, and I'd be paying people to be typing this for me. Hell, it might even have been an episode which you'd rather watch then read. I think that's big enough for a disclaimer, don't you?

Prologue:

The Daily Planet

Clark Kent knew the Daily Planet building like it was a second home, and he wasn't even employed there. The Daily Planet was, very appropriately, located in the heart of Metropolis and was the city's #1 newspaper. It's headlines, articles and reporters were known all around the world. And Clark, well, he knew the basement level at least, where Chloe Sullivan worked as an intern. The top floors were for the big-time reporters and Clark didn't really plan on being one of those. Those were Chloe's ambitions, not his. But the basement level was where Clark spent his time at the Planet. Often, if not always, visiting Chloe. She's been the best friend since the 8th grade and, since she learned of his abilities, the one person who Clark could tell anything and everything to and get the right thing to say in return. All the time. He could not go on if Chloe wasn't right there beside him. She meant everything to him. But since Jonathan, Clark's adoptive father, died, and his mother Martha became the Kansas state senator, Clark dropped out of college to help keep the Kent farm intact and earning it's keep. But after completing random farm chores faster than a speeding bullet, you find yourself having a lot of free time during the day. All of Clark's visits took Chloe a little time to get used to, but later she discovered the possibilities of a gofer with super speed. That would be the explanation to how Clark had been able to spend enough time at the Daily Planet to walk from the cappuccino machine to Chloe's desk with his eyes closed. Which is what he'd been doing (aside from the closed eyes part) for the past few minutes, fetching Chloe a fix of caffeine for the hectic work day. As odd as it sounded, Clark liked getting things for Chloe. He was able to use his powers in some more practical ways, and he got to see Chloe happy in the end. He liked seeing Chloe happy, it made him feel warm inside. Well of course he liked making someone happy, anyone would. But there was just something about Chloe's smile that made him feel good about himself. After his incident with the Phantom Zone earlier that year, Lex Luthor's 33.1, and Lana's relationship with the aforementioned Lex, Clark couldn't find it in himself to feel good. Not to mention he thought Chloe's smile was really, really pretty...

Clark, holding a warm Styrofoam cup of cappuccino-ey goodness in one hand, and a self-filled bottle of orange juice from home in the other. Why spend money on artificial concentrate when he could have it freshly squeezed for free at home? You can take the boy out of the farm, but not the farm out of the boy. Plus, reusing bottles helped the environment. He walked behind Chloe's desk, set his orange juice bottle down and tapped the young, blonde reporter-to-be on her shoulder as she was observing her computer screen.

"Chloe, here you go." Clark tried telling her. Obviously whatever Chloe was reading had her attention and it wasn't going to be that easy to bring her back to reality. "Chloe?" Clark tried again. Her hazel eyes still moving back and forth in a trance. Clark moved the cappuccino cup beneath Chloe's nose and moved it around in a slow, small circle. The hot drink's aroma seemed to snap her out of it.

"Oh my gosh thank you. You are my hero, Clark." Chloe said, before she snatched the cup from Clark's hand. Once she had her prize, she went back to reading the screen, sipping her drink. "And you're welcome," Clark said sarcastically. He started to drink his orange juice before he finally asked, "what are you reading that's so interesting?"

"Oh! Take a look! It's from the Gotham Gazette. Like the Daily Planet, only fouler and dirtier." Chloe said. Clark read over Chloe's shoulder. The screen had the article's title: 'CEO OF GOTHCORP INJURED IN METAHUMAN ATTACK' Clark began to read the article."Wow. Says this CEO guy was hit by a guy who could turn his arm into stone." Clark looked down at Chloe in her seat.

Chloe began to tell Clark, "Looking further into it, the metahuman in question was one Tyrone Vincent, who happened to be a Smallville native. He went missing a month ago. But his employment was linked to LOD Worldwide. A satellite division of..."

Clark finished her sentence. "Luthorcorp. You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah," Chloe responded, "Project 3.14."

"Chloe," Clark had shot her a blank look, "It's not pi, it's called 33.1."

"Clark, I don't know if you're familiar, but that was something we on the inside know as jokes."

That humbled Clark a bit, and embarassed him a little.

"Oh...yeah...I was joking too."

"Good defense, quarterback." Chloe couldn't help but giggle, which warmed Clark's heart. "Okay, but you're not finished yet! Keep going." Chloe told him.

Clark kept on reading. " 'The density-altering assassin was eventually beaten after a fight on the Gothcorp building rooftop and turned in to the authorities by the vigilantie, who the general public now know as, the Batman.' Let me guess, that was the part you wanted me to read?" he asked.

"Hell yes! This character has been 'Wall of Weird' material for 2 years! A dark, weird figure of the night, cleansing the nasty crime-filled streets of Gotham City! First picking off the lowlife drug dealers and street thugs, then taking each each step off the crime ladder night after night. Did you not hear what he did to Rupert Thorne? Thorne was one of Gotham's biggest crime bosses and Batman left him hanging off his 30 story apartment building via rope! That's pretty epic, Clark. It's no joke."

"I believe it. After hanging out with guys named 'Aquaman' and 'Cyborg', you tend to be a little open-minded. But this Batman guy...he's a little too hardcore. "

"Well, Batman hasn't killed anybody, and he's fighting in the name of Lady Justice, doesn't that remind you of someone?"

"Oliver did the same thing, that 'avenger of the night' stuff..."

"Clark. I was talking about you. Whenever you save someone, is that not an act of vigilantism?"

"But I was never that theatrical, and I never said anything about-whatever." Clark changed topics. "Speaking of jokes, where's Jimmy? I haven't seen the guy in a while." Jimmy Olsen was Chloe's boyfriend. They got together after the events of "Dark Thursday" several months ago. They've been together ever since. Clark didn't have anything against Jimmy as a person, he was a funny guy, if not a little too annoying and clingy at times. Chloe seemed to enjoy being with him. It's just that Clark was getting used to the idea of Chloe with a boyfriend. The idea of guy besides him that she could go to and be happy with. Jimmy made her happy, shouldn't that make Clark feel good? Surely it wasn't a green-eyed monster NOT called kryptonite that made his blood boil.

"First you're gonna have to take back saying Jimmy was a joke." Chloe was being sly.

Clark laughed. "And you say I have no sense of humor. Spill."

"Well, our favorite intrepid reporter, and unfortunately my cousin Lois Lane dragged my boyfriend along to be her photog on an Inquisitor assignment." Chloe turned back to the computer and, after a few typing here and clicks there, turned her chair and computer monitor to show Clark another article:

'SOCIALITE BRUCE WAYNE IN METROPOLIS ON BUISNESS'