I don't own the characters i wish i did tho. Please review. I know some of u will be mad for including Batman in this but hey Clark had his chance, doesn't Chloe deserve to be happy too? Ph dont worry things will get more...intense (grins) between Chloe and Bruce.
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Chloe peered at through the restaurant window, and almost cried.

There sat Clark her first love, her first everything. But, he was not alone her cousin Lois sat next to him laughing and entwining her fingers with his. Her heart sunk to her stomach, and a terrible rush of panic filled her. No!!! No, this wasn't happening not to her. She had trusted Clark ever since she could remember; they had after all grown up together in Smallville. He had taken her to the prom. He left you to go rescue Lana hissed a voice inside her. She clenched her hands to keep from screaming.

When was she going to learn?

Clark would never think of her like that, only Lois could give him everything a girlfriend should. A tear rolled down her cheek. It was almost Christmas and he pulls a stunt like this. She reeled back from the scene, walking away the snow crunching satisfyingly under her boots. Metropolis was beautiful in winter the snow sparkled of lampposts and stop signs.

She kept her head up; no way was she going to give into her urge to cry. Her feet walked, as her mind wandered. She tried to calm down but her mind kept racing. After an hour or so she stopped. Where had her feet taken her? She was in the rich part of metropolis with its looming towers of pent houses and luxurious apartments. Limos and people in suits bustled around her as if she were simply a crack in the cement.

She shrugged of the feeling, and continued on her way. The skyscrapers caught her eye, bright lights seemed to hypnotize her and she walked her head up. She whistled, "Wow. Way to conserve energy," she mumbled. Then everything seemed to happen at once. She felt someone knock into her. Her feet slipped and she landed on top of the person. "Oomph" she let out. Ow, Ow, Ow, and Ow she thought. Boxes flew everywhere and she squealed.

She opened her eyes and found herself face to face with a very handsome young man. He had jet-black hair, blue eyes that teetered on the edge of silver. His features were chiseled and beneath her she could feel hard muscle. He smiled at her; her heart beat wildly in her chest. Reality and common sense were knocked into her. "Oh god. I'm sorry," she said, getting up from the man. He shrugged, "It happens" and stood. Around them people had started to stare and she faintly heard whispers go through the gathering crowd.

She started to pick up boxes, but felt a hand on her shoulder. "No. Let me do it, after all I made the mess. I wouldn't want to bother you, I'm sure you have a date to get to or something." He said his blue eyes, twinkling dangerously. She almost melted his smile was so charming. "It's ok I'll help." She replied and they continued to pick up the boxes. The crowd was beginning to dissipate and she was glad. An older man dressed in a butler suit came bustling outside of the hotel. "Master Bruce let me help you with that." He said in a snappy British accent. She raised an eyebrow as the older man with shocking white hair, gathered the boxes and went inside.

"A butler?" she asked surprised and a little annoyed. He was probably an heir to something and was spending his Christmas in Metropolis, clubbing and spending daddy's money. He nodded, "Yes. He's been in service to my family for years. I've tried to get him to retire but Alfred is stubborn" at this he chuckled. "Bruce Wayne" he said extending his hand. Oh my god its Bruce Wayne the rich billionaire playboy from Gotham!! What was he doing all the way over here? She thought. She didn't show her surprise but instead, she extended her hand. "Chloe Sullivan" she said, expecting a handshake she was surprised when he took her hand and kissed it.

His lips lingered far more than they should have.

The skin of her hand tingled from his lips. She smiled, "Well Mr. Wayne-." She was cut off. "Bruce" he corrected. "Bruce, I'm sorry for ruining your day. And about falling on you and making a scene." She said. He smiled at her, "It's fine. Chloe thank you for helping me." Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, her name sounded wonderful on her lips. "Your welcome, Bruce. Merry Christmas" she called out heading home. She felt his eyes burn her; she resisted the urge to look back. Besides it didn't matter she would never see him again. Oh how wrong she was.
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Chloe typed up her article quickly, while half listening to Clark babble about his mom or something. She was still mad at him and hadn't told him about seeing him with Lois. Clark grabbed her arm, "Chloe? Are you ok? You seem…I don't know distant."

Well you'd be distant to if I went out with Lex behind your back, she thought annoyed. But, instead she pasted on a smile "I'm just tired. It's been busy with the holidays and all."

He gave her a smile, any other day she would have melted at his feet. But no not this time, reality had slapped her across the face and she still felt the sting. She turned back to her paper and continued to type not opening her mouth to explain. He sighed, and continued to talk. After 10 minutes she printed out the article and stretched her legs. "Its done" she said happily.

Clark jumped up, "Let's celebrate," he said sarcastically. She nodded maybe now she'd get a chance to tell him.

They took the elevator downstairs and headed to the nearest burger joint. "Chloe?" called out a voice. Puzzled, she turned around. It was none other than Bruce Wayne. She grinned at him instantly filled with happiness. "Bruce. Are you stalking me?" she asked her eyes gleaming. He smiled at her, "Stalking is such a strong word. I prefer checking up on you." Clark coughed and she saw Bruce's eyes flicker with Anger? Pity? She shook her head, "This is my friend Clark Kent." She introduced him; Clark had a look of confusion on his face. "Bruce?" he said then paused "Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce nodded, "Yes." "I've read a lot about you." Clark said although his tone of voice indicated it to be an insult. Bruce didn't flinch, "Don't believe everything you read. Surely a man like yourself should know that."

Chloe suppressed a giggle, as Clark quickly glared at Bruce. While Clark was dressed in some faded jeans and an old t-shirt. Bruce was dressed in casual jeans, blue button up shirt, and a black blazer. He looked even more handsome than Clark and that was saying something. The air crackled with their clashing personalities and tastes. Their eyes seemed to linger on Chloe as if she had to decide.

"Not to be rude. But what exactly are you doing here?" she asked. The air relaxed a little. "I was hoping I'd catch you for lunch. Just, a little thank you for helping me out with the boxes yesterday. " He said. She smiled, but eyed him suspiciously. Then she remembered Clark. She turned to him, "Rain check?" she asked. He looked at Bruce behind her, his eyes held a mix of jealousy, protectiveness, and suspicion. "Fine" he said spitting the word out like venom. With that he left, and Chloe brushed of the feeling of guilt.

Bruce grinned, "Let's go," he said offering her his arm. She blushed but took it. They grabbed a cab and they headed to Blaze a casual café in Metropolis.