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A sharp pain ripped its way through Chloe Sullivan's head as her alarm clock went off. She quickly silenced it and fell back onto the mattress with a pained sigh. Chloe Sullivan vowed to herself right then and there that she would never ever be drinking tequila again. The entire night was one big messy blur. She remembered arriving at the club and seeing…him. Everything after that she was unsure of. Feeling a wave of nausea coming on Chloe turned to her side only to bump into some warm and solid. She slowly opened her eyes and her breath caught when she saw him lying there without a shirt on.
"You gotta be kidding me! Please tell me I didn't." She said to herself beginning to panic.
"You didn't." Said the voice next to her.
Chloe ran her hand over her face and gave him a skeptical look. "Well Bruce I wake up hung over to find you in my bed and I'm a little fuzzy on the events of last night so you have to just give me a moment here."
Bruce smiled and got up from the bed. He smoothed the bedspread out and found his belt on the bedside table putting it back on.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt…or your belt?"
"Well I didn't want to get your vomit all over my shirt and I took off my belt because I wanted to get comfortable if I was going to stay the whole night babysitting you."
"Bruce Wayne would actually help a drunken news reporter than hook up with some blonde bimbo which I do remember there were plenty of at that club."
"Despite what you think Bruce Wayne has a caring side and you're the only blonde he has his eye on right now."
A small smile spread across Chloe's face. She was about to say thank you when she heard a knock at the front door of her loft. She quickly got out of her bed and looked around for Bruce's shirt. She found it on the chair across the room and tossed it to him. "Hurry up and put it on. You have to get out of here."
"Your welcome." He said as she rushed out of the bedroom.
Chloe got to the door and looked through the peephole to see Clark and Lois standing there. She straightened herself out and pulled the heavy door open.
"Hey cuz you look like hell. Late night?"
"Something like that. What are you guys doing in Gotham?"
"We have some updates on that story we've all been looking into that had to be brought to your attention in person." Lois said. "Can we come in?" She made a move to walk into the loft but Chloe blocked her.
"What's the matter?" Clark asked genuinely concerned.
"It's just that now isn't the best…"
"I'll see you later Chloe." Bruce said as he walked up to her buttoning up his shirt.
Chloe squeezed her eyes shut hoping it was all just a dream. When she opened them back up her cousin was checking out Bruce and Clark was staring at his feet thoroughly embarrassed. Bruce smiled at them all like nothing had happened and left the loft closing the door behind him.
"It's not what it looks like." Chloe tried to convince them.
"Yeah right." Lois said. "Bruce Wayne! Nice work Chlo."
Chloe scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Just come in and tell me what you have on the story."
"First tell me why Gotham City's number one millionaire bachelor was putting on his shirt and leaving you apartment."
"Now isn't the time okay."
"Yeah we really should tell her the information we got." Clark said hoping the red from his cheeks was fading.
"See Clark has the right idea." Chloe smiled and led them over to the couch.
It was going to be hell trying to explain everything to her cousin who was easy to convince of anything even if it was the truth.