Chapter 2
Watchtower; May 19th, 14:49 EST
Diana brought the straw of her iced mocha to her lips, her eyes momentarily fluttering closed in utter delight as she took a sip of her favorite guilty pleasure. A small, contented sigh escaped as the delicious treat slipped down her throat. She didn't know who thought to put such a concoction like this together, but she was so happy they did. It definitely made her day a little better and lifted her spirits.
She stretched her neck from side to side in an effort to get the kinks out of it. A rather physical altercation with Cheetah and Blockbuster this afternoon had turned into an extensive fight that saved her a workout in the training room later today. While battling Cheetah, Blockbuster had gotten a lucky shot in, hitting her square between the shoulder blades and nearly taking her breath away.
What she wouldn't give for one of Theophania's wonderful massages right about now.
Taking another sip of her drink, Diana became acutely aware of a dark presence silently falling into step beside her. "You should know better than to turn your back on Blockbuster."
Diana felt warmth creep up her neck and onto her cheeks, embarrassed that the Dark Knight had found out about that. Of course he would know, though. He knew everything that went on around here. Damn him to the Pits of Tartarus.
"Blockbuster was still trying to figure out which end was up after I nearly knocked his teeth down his throat when I had to turn my attention to Cheetah," she calmly informed him. "Besides, there wasn't much I could do with a hissing Cheetah trying to tear my face to shreds with her enhanced claws."
"Well, I guess better that nasty purple bruise on your back than a shredded face," he told her, a corner of his lips twitching slightly. "Hearts all over the Watchtower would've shattered if that beautiful face had been maimed."
Diana chuckled as she rolled her eyes in amusement. "Hera, Batman," she replied. "That's exaggerating a little bit, don't you think? I'm sure Booster Gold would survive the trauma of seeing my face torn up."
It was Batman's turn to chuckle as they turned a corner. "There are far more Leaguers pining after you then just Booster Gold, princess."
"Oh, really, Batman?" she questioned him with an impish grin and a sultry lilt to her voice. "Care to elaborate any further about who these particular League members might be?"
Batman kept his features emotionless as they entered the mail room. "You've been blessed by Athena, princess. I'm sure you can figure it out on your own."
"Good afternoon, Wonder Woman," Kyle formally greeted her with a shy smile. "You have quite a large stack of mail again today."
Batman crossed his arms against his chest, leaning against the far wall as he glared at Kyle as he spoke with Diana. He waited as she gathered her mail, wishing Kyle a good day before turning to leave. "There was one admirer right there," Batman pointed out as they walked out together.
"Who? Kyle?" she questioned him in stunned disbelief. "He was just being friendly."
"I never get a greeting like that when I enter the mailroom," he pointed out.
"Well, you have to admit that you're not exactly the friendliest person in the world," she reminded him as she handed him her drink to carry for her so she could sort through her stack of mail. "You have a tendency to scare people half to death."
"You never seem intimidated by me."
"Because I never am intimidated by you," she replied with a lilting laugh. "Sorry, Bruce, but, despite your best efforts, you've never sacred me. Not even when I first laid eyes on you."
"Please, princess," he muttered. "You have to admit that you were a little intimidated by my presence when we first met."
"Sorry, to bruise your ego, but I was not intimidated by you."
"Then, what were you?"
"Curious…intrigued…a little fascinated," she thoughtfully recounted, reading a postcard a child had sent to her.
He found himself amused with her impression of him as he looked down at the iced mocha in his hand as they walked down the corridor. He couldn't help wondering how she had gotten him to carry her drink for her as she sorted through her mail. "I don't know how you can drink this stuff," he muttered with a frown, holding the cup up to inspect the contents. "It's nothing but sugar and caffeine."
"Says the man who downs an entire pot of coffee before even stepping foot out of his bed," she smoothly shot back, her brow furrowing as she held up a blank envelope. She stopped in the middle of the corridor as she opened it, intrigued by it.
"And how would you know that fact, princess?" he said low in her ear. "You've never slept over."
Diana's head shot up, suddenly registering what he had just said as she turned to look at him. "I've never been invited," she just as quickly uttered with a seductive smile gracing her lips.
Bruce swiftly pulled back, realizing their flirtatious banter was treading on very dangerous water. He glanced down at the envelope in her hand. "Another love letter from Flash?" he bit out with a disapproving scowl.
"No…at least I don't think so," she murmured with a frown. "I'm not exactly sure."
"What is it?" he asked, leaning in close to her only to be met by her heavenly scent that always made it difficult to think straight.
"It's just a letter from some fan," she dismissed, shoving it back into the envelope.
"Let me see it," he said, handing her back her drink before taking the envelope.
"It's really nothing," she attempted to reassure him. "It just caught me off guard because the envelope isn't even addressed to anyone. I wasn't certain it was even for me until I read the letter."
The white lenses of his cowl narrowed as he studied the envelope, finding no markings whatsoever or anything to give away where it came from or who had sent it. Diana's name wasn't written on it, leading him to believe it had come from someone on the Watchtower. It instantly prickled his ire and heightened his paranoia.
"Last one to the meeting is a rotten egg," Flash yelled as he zipped by.
"Hey!" Diana cried, finding her hand devoid of her iced mocha.
"Thanks, Wondy!" Flash hollered as he back-peddled before taking off around the corner.
She turned a glare on Batman who was currently inspecting the letter she had received. "He just stole my drink," she ground out in annoyance.
"I'll buy you another one," he murmured as he read her fan letter, noting the plain pink paper it was written on as well as the unique block handwriting. It was definitely unusual and highly suspicious to say the least.
Dear Wonder Woman,
I'm writing to tell you that I think you are the most amazing person I've ever seen. You are the heart and soul of the Justice League. I just had to tell you that I'm your biggest fan and I hope we can meet someday soon.
Best wishes,
Your Biggest Fan
Bruce reread the letter a couple more times before handing it back to her. "What's wrong?" she asked as they began walking again.
"I don't like anonymous fan letters," he darkly rasped, his good mood vanishing in the wake of this development.
"It's no big deal, Bruce," she attempted to reassure his paranoid mind. "Some fans are just too shy to sign their names. I've gotten anonymous letters before. It's never led to anything."
"Like this one?" he demanded to know, urgency lacing his voice as his head snapped up to stare at her.
"No, not quite like this one," she admitted.
"I don't like it," he evenly stated.
"It's just a harmless letter," she insisted with growing exasperation. "I'll probably never hear from them again."
"Keep track of it, princess," he told her. "You can never be too careful."
Diana shook her head as they approached the conference room. "If you say so," she muttered in annoyance.
"I do say so," he stated as they entered the conference room in time to hear Flash slurp up the last of Diana's iced mocha. He was kicked back in his chair with his red boots propped up on the conference table. "Get your feet down."
The growl of Batman's voice told Wally he was in no mood for games today, not that he ever really was though. He quickly sat up, his feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. "Sorry, Bats," Wally said, saluting him.
"And get Diana a new drink," Batman ordered him, leveling the scarlet speedster with his most terrifying glare.
"Yikes!" Flash muttered, taking off in a red blur.
Batman and Wonder Woman took their seats at the table, Diana frowning at him. "That really wasn't necessary, Bruce," she softly said.
John just grinned knowingly at the pair, earning a scowl from the Dark Knight. Clark looked oblivious to what had happened but had a sneaking feeling that he didn't want to know since it probably involved Bruce and Diana. He wasn't touching that subject with a ten-foot pole. That was a highly volatile situation that could either explode in a shower of flames and fury or a fiercely passionate exchange that would burn the Watchtower down if they ever did get together.
"All right," Clark said. "Let's go ahead and get started."
"Sorry, Wondy," Flash apologized as he dashed into the room, setting a new iced mocha on the table before her.
"It's okay…thank you, Wally," she told him.
Flash quickly took his seat opposite the table from Batman, feeling every single bit of the heat from his glare. He sank a little lower in his seat, making a mental note to never pick on Wondy when Bats was around. It was far too dangerous to his health.
Clark stood to his feet, a stack of papers in hand that he began passing out to the gathered founders. "I have recently become aware of a possible threat that I feel you all need to know about."
"What's going on?" Diana asked as she began to skim through the file he'd handed out.
"I have reason to believe that Lex Luthor is planning something," he announced as he sat back down.
"When isn't he planning something?" Batman sarcastically responded, tossing the file back on the table as he sat back in his chair, crossing his arms against his Kevlar covered chest. He was clearly unimpressed by the revelation as well as uninterested.
Clark sat back down in his seat, more than accustomed to Bruce's overt skepticism. "I agree but this involves trying to replicate and reproduce Kryptonite."
Batman sat up a little straighter in his chair but still appeared unconcerned. "It can't be done," he flatly stated. "Luthor has been trying it for years and it's failed every time."
"I know but I had a run in with one of Lex's goons and he flashed a small, green rock at me last night," Clark continued, undeterred.
"And?" Batman curtly responded with a frown.
"I felt lightheaded and a little weak, but nothing else," Superman relayed. "I should've been curled up in a fetal position, but I wasn't."
"So, what makes you think that Luthor has created some sort of synthetic Kryptonite?" Diana questioned him, showing more concern for their friend's welfare than Bruce had been.
Batman's mind was already working through all the possibilities of the case despite the very distracting fact that a certain Amazon kept swinging her long leg beneath the table. It brushed against his on every third swing, sending tiny jolts of electricity shooting through him. He didn't think she was even aware that she was doing it.
"The guy with the rock began spilling his guts when his fake Kryptonite didn't work on me," Clark replied. "He told me Lex had some scientist working to recreate Kryptonite."
"Do you know the scientist's name?" J'onn asked.
"No," Superman said with a shake of his head. "This was a pretty low-level thug I apprehended. I'm not even certain how he got his hands on the Kryptonite unless Lex sent him out to test it on me."
"It's the most likely scenario," Batman surmised as if it was totally obvious, his elbow resting on the table as he lightly ran his thumb over his bottom lip.
"What I handed out to you guys is everything that I've been able to track down on Luthor's expenditures over the last six months," he told them. "This is no doubt being done through LexCorp under the guise of research."
"So, what would you like us to do?" Green Lantern asked.
"We're going to need to set up surveillance on LexCorp as well as Luthor," Superman decided. "In the meantime, we're going to have to keep our ears open. If you hear anything about it from any of the other villains that Luthor has been known to associate with, report it immediately."
"I can take the stakeout shift tonight if you want," Diana readily volunteered.
Batman snorted with her willingness to do surveillance, causing her to turn a surprised look at him. A single raven eyebrow arched with an unspoken question. Before Bruce could say anything, Wally piped up. "I'll take the shift tonight with Wondy!" he excitedly volunteered as well.
"You can't," Batman evenly stated. "You have monitor duty early in the morning."
"I do?" he questioned him. "No, I don't. I don't have duty until the weekend."
"You'll need to cover for Diana since she'll be doing surveillance all night," Batman informed him. "I better come with you, princess. You're not exactly known for your patience during a stakeout."
"One time," Diana nearly yelled in exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air. "One time I got impatient during a stakeout and he'll never let me live it down. Ten years from now he'll still be bringing it up."
"Is that the time you got turned into a chubby little piggy by Circe?" Wally asked with a grin.
It was Diana's turn to level the scarlet speedster with an imperious glare that had him shrinking in his seat in an effort to just disappear. "That was not my fault," she ground out. "It was all Circe."
"All right," Superman interjected. "Batman and Diana will take tonight. J'onn and I can take tomorrow night."
"That will be fine," J'onn agreed with a nod.
"John and I can take the night after that," Wally added, clapping Green Lantern on the shoulder. "Right, ol' buddy?"
"Sure," John said with a frown, thinking of how he was going to break the news to Shayera that he wouldn't be able to take her out that night. He was going to have to make it up to her tomorrow night instead.
"Okay, that sounds good for now," Clark said. "We'll meet up in a few days to decide our next step. If anyone comes across something of significance, report it right away. Now, next we need to discuss upcoming League member reviews."
Batman's focus shifted to the blank envelope resting on top of Diana's stack of fan mail as Clark's voice droned on like a distant hum. His eyes narrowed as he studied it, wondering who had sent her that letter. It caused a flicker of suspicion to awaken in him, one that he couldn't quite shake.
Diana having a secret admirer did not sit well with him in the least.
Metropolis; May 19th, 22:12 EST
Diana stood on a nearby rooftop overlooking LexCorp, her hands on her hips as she stared down at the building as if silently willing it to give up its secrets. She didn't like the fact that her best friend was being threatened like this. When one of her teammates was being threatened, they were threatening all of them.
If Lex Luthor was truly able to replicate Kryptonite, there was no telling the lengths that he would go to in taking Superman down. He could produce an unlimited supply, using it in multiple forms in order to kill Kal and try to destroy the Justice League.
It was no secret that Luthor hated Superman and would do whatever it took to remove him. Kal stood in the way of getting everything that Lex ever wanted. Little did he realize, though, the Justice League would never allow him to bring down the Man of Steel.
"What's a beautiful woman like you doing on a rooftop like this?"
Diana's lips instantly quirked with the familiar sound of that baritone voice. "That's pretty cheesy even for a playboy like you," she said as the Dark Knight came to stand beside her.
She looked over to see him offering her a cup of coffee. "Thought you could use something to occupy you," he told her.
"I thought that's what you were here for," she flirted, taking the offered cup of coffee and trying not to notice the electricity that shot through her fingers as they touched his gauntleted hand.
"I guess my reputation precedes me," he smoothly stated, pausing to take a sip of his coffee. "Hope I can live up to your expectations, princess."
Diana nearly snorted in response, coughing to keep from choking on her coffee. "Hera, help me."
"Any movement yet?" he asked.
"Lex is still in there as far as I can tell," she replied. "I highly doubt he's keeping the research on his Kryptonite project inside LexCorp. It would be far too obvious. He no doubt has a secret lab someplace."
"I agree," he decided, once again impressed by the princess's intelligence and critical thinking skills. "He's keeping his scientist and the lab in a discretely hidden place. We just have to figure out where that some place is located."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he's keeping some information about it in his office or briefcase though," she thoughtfully stated. "He's just arrogant enough to do something foolish like that."
"Let's just keep watch for now before we start breaking into LexCorp."
She cocked a raven eyebrow as she glanced at him. "Is the Batman chicken?"
Bruce chuckled in response, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hardly," he said. "I just like to have a little more evidence before I start breaking laws."
"You're not taking Kal's word for it?"
He picked up on the subtle surprise in her voice. The naïve princess was always so accepting of what she was told without seeing the proof. It was endearing, but it did absolutely nothing to settle his worry about her. "You know I don't take anyone's word as the gospel truth," he evenly stated.
Diana shook her head in mild amusement, but there was a bit of sadness to her tone when she spoke. "You can't even trust your best friend…or me?"
Her words gave him pause but not as much as the hurt that he could sense in her. "I trust you both, but it doesn't mean that I still don't want proof before believing in this replicated Kryptonite," he replied. "You have to admit that it's pretty far-fetched, princess. No one has been able to synthesize Kryptonite…not even me."
"It still doesn't mean that someone couldn't—wait a minute," she stopped herself mid-sentence, turning narrowed eyes on him. "Why are you trying to replicate Kryptonite? Are you planning on taking Kal down yourself someday?"
"Precautionary measures only I assure you," Batman evenly stated, drinking his coffee as his eyes continued to scan the building across the street.
"I'm sure," Diana murmured with a frown. "Do you think that Luthor is getting close to actually being able to synthesize Kryptonite?"
He took another long sip of his coffee as he considered her question, knowing that anything was possible. It was what kept him up at night and his paranoia running rampant. "It's entirely possible," he finally spoke. "It's the reason that I'm up here on this roof with you instead of on patrol in Gotham."
"Are Robin and Batgirl covering patrol for you?"
"Yes," he answered her. "They're supposed to contact me if an emergency arises. Otherwise, I'm all yours tonight, princess."
"Wow…almost like a real date," she lightly teased as she hooked a raven lock behind her ear. "I'm honored. If I had known, I would've gotten dressed up for such a special occasion."
Bruce's lips twitched slightly, the smallest of smirks tugging at the corner. "You're fine just the way you are, princess…and you should be honored."
"Oh, Hera, help me," she muttered with a near snort of amusement as her lips touched the lip of the cup.
They spent the next several minutes in amicable silence, both lost in their own thoughts and neither of them willing to voice them at that moment. When they decided to speak again, they both did at the exact same time.
"Diana—"
"Bruce—"
"Go ahead," Bruce insisted, pausing to collect his thoughts once more.
"I was just going to say that I feel guilty that you're here with me when I know you probably have so much going on in Gotham," she said. "I can handle this myself if you want to leave."
"No," he responded a little too quickly, pausing to check himself. "If something does go down here tonight, it's good to have back up. Besides, Robin and Batgirl will call me if they cross paths with Killer Croc."
"Is Croc on the hunt again?"
"Afraid so," he confirmed. "Found a couple of bodies in the sewers a few days ago."
"That's not really unusual for Gotham is it?"
"No, but there's no mistaking Croc's handiwork," he revealed. "It's pretty gruesome."
Diana could tell be the grimness of his voice that it was a truly horrifying sight to behold. "Still, I don't mind finishing this alone," she continued. "I don't want to be the reason you're not where you need to be."
Bruce's response was soft and filled with emotion, his voice devoid of the usual rasping grate or detached intonation that was typically so characteristic of him. "I appreciate that, Diana."
She smiled to herself as she folded her arms against herself, her brow furrowing as she noticed movement below. "Luthor is on the move."
Batman set his coffee cup down, adjusting the lenses in his cowl. It was definitely Luthor and, judging by the smirk on his face, he was up to something. He was carrying a briefcase as he talked on his cell phone, heading towards his car.
"Now what?" Diana asked. "Do we follow Luthor or do we stay here?"
"We follow Luthor," Batman stated. "If he doesn't lead us anywhere, then we can always come back here."
"Sounds good to me," she agreed, stepping up beside him and wrapping her arm around his waist. "Let's go."
"Diana, wait—"
"Too late," she interrupted him as she lifted into the air. "We don't have time for you to get your Batglider or whatever it is you came here in. He's on the move."
"I brought the Batplane," he ground out in annoyance as they took off after Luthor, keeping high enough to not be noticed.
Bruce adjusted his hold on Diana's waist, trying to keep his focus on the car below as it wound its way through Metropolis instead of the Amazon pressed against his side. He doubted that Luthor would be stupid enough to go to the secret lab where the fake Kryptonite was being produced especially after Clark's run-in last night.
Luthor was not a stupid man. He had to assume that Superman was on to him now. Lex was one of the most intelligent criminal minds, but his arrogance occasionally got him into trouble. Hopefully, that would prove to be the case tonight, but he wasn't holding his breath.
"He's not going to lead us directly to the lab," Diana told him. "He's too smart for that."
"No, but hopefully he'll meet with someone who will lead us to what we want to know."
"Do we ever get that lucky?" she asked.
"Patience, princess," he replied.
She huffed in annoyance, tightening her hold on Batman's waist and causing him to grunt in response. "My patience is fine, Dark Knight; however, you won't be if you keep telling me that."
Bruce smirked with her threat, relieved when she loosened her grip on him but not quite enough to drop him. It was definitely not a good idea to rile the Amazon princess when she was holding him this far above the Earth.
"He's stopping…there," he pointed out as Luthor parked his car in front of a bar.
"I see him," she replied, landing on top of a rooftop across the street. "I think we'll stand out too much if we follow him inside."
"No doubt," he told her. "We'll just have to wait and see who he comes out with."
"Too bad we didn't bring our coffee with us…and if you dare say 'patience, princess', I'll force you to eat your cape and cowl," she threatened him.
"I'd like to see you try," he shot back, crossing his arms against his chest as he studied the bar below.
"Careful what you wish for, Batman."
Bruce looked at her in stunned disbelief but didn't respond. He hoped that whatever Lex was doing here he'd make it fast. The sooner that they figured out what Lex was up to the sooner they could stop him and Superman would be safe once again.
"Have you received any more fan mail since this afternoon?" he asked.
"No, and I doubt I will," she replied. "I'm sure it's nothing, Bruce."
"We'll see," he cryptically responded.
Diana looked at him, skepticism written on her beautiful face. "You really think this is something, don't you?"
"Maybe," he stated, refusing to meet her gaze. "Time will tell."
"Why is that?" she asked. "I've gotten letters similar to them in the past."
"But not from this particular individual."
"Not that I know of."
"Do you have any of the letters from other anonymous fans?"
"I've only kept some that have meant the most to me," she softly revealed.
"I'm sure you don't have room in your quarters to keep everything that you receive," he teased. "I'd have to build onto the Watchtower to accommodate your fans."
Diana chuckled softly as she shook her head. "It's not that bad," she claimed. "I don't get as much fan mail as you think I do."
"Princess, you receive the most fan mail and gifts than anyone in the entire League," he informed her. "The second closest is Superman and he's a very distant second."
"Where do you rank?"
"I don't," he stated.
"You still didn't answer my question," she reminded him. "What is it about this letter than suddenly has you so suspicious?"
He drew a deep breath through his nose, releasing it slowly as he contemplated his answer. "I don't know," he reluctantly admitted, not liking the fact that he didn't have a definitive reply that he could give her.
"You don't know?"
"No," he said. "It's just a feeling I have."
"A feeling?"
"Yah…a feeling," he confirmed.
"So, your gut is telling you this?"
"Pretty much."
"Right…" she muttered under her breath.
"My gut feeling is never wrong, Diana."
"We'll see," she replied. "How are the plans coming for the Metro Tower you want to build?"
"It's coming along," he revealed. "I'd like your input on the plans when you come over to test my new Bat suit."
"Wow," Diana said with a shake of her head. "You certainly need my help quite a bit. I thought the Batman didn't need anyone."
Before Batman could respond, his commlink went off, interrupting their conversation. "What is it, Robin?" he asked, turning his head slightly. "Stay put…I'm on my way. Be there soon. Wait for me."
"Princess…"
"Go, Bruce," she told him as he began to punch buttons on his gauntlet to summon his Batplane. "I'm fine here alone."
Batman stared at her a moment longer, words that he wanted to say to her trapped in his throat. He nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Keep me posted on what you find tonight. Call the 'Tower if you need backup."
"I will," she reassured him, giving him an affectionate smile. "Be safe."
He gave her a silent nod in response before he turned and fired his grappling gun, disappearing into the night.
Metropolis, May 20th, 01:58 EST
Using his key, Clark unlocked the door before entering his apartment. It had been a long day to say the least and he was more than ready to relax a little before bed. Tossing his briefcase down on a nearby chair, he took off his glasses, laying them aside on the coffee table before making his way to the kitchen.
Flipping on the light, he found a note laying on the kitchen table for him, one that put a small smile on his face. Lois had left him a note to let him know she had put his dinner in the refrigerator for him. Heading to the fridge, he removed the plate, using his heat vision to warm it up. It was easier and quieter than using the microwave and possibly waking Lois up.
He sat down at the table to eat, flipping through the mail before reading the newspaper. He was rather proud of the front-page story about an embezzlement scam that he'd uncovered in Metropolis. There was already talk that he could win an award for his piece.
Turning the page, Clark came face to face with a picture of Lex Luthor standing proudly in front of LexCorp with a large smile on his face. He clenched his teeth at he glared at the picture, trying his best not to incinerate the newspaper with his heat vision.
Luthor was boasting about some new development project that his company was involved in that would bring hundreds of new jobs to Metropolis. It was more than difficult seeing Lex being praised when he knew the true heart of the man underneath.
He was a wolf in sheep's clothing and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure everyone knew it. He just hoped that Bruce and Diana were able to find something out tonight that could help him prove that Luthor was up to no good with his latest plot to take him down.
He also hoped that Bruce and Diana didn't kill each other before the night was over. They tended to fight like a married couple, their arguments on the Watchtower legendary. Of course, Diana was the only one besides Alfred who could really handle Bruce.
He should've known it would take someone gifted by the gods to be able to deal with Bruce Wayne and handle his constantly shifting, brooding moods. On the other hand, it would take someone like Bruce to be able to combat Diana's fierce obstinacy and fiery spirit.
Finishing his dinner, Clark took his plate to the sink, rinsing it off before leaving the kitchen. He made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, more than anxious to just curl up next to the woman he loved. Entering the bedroom, he found her fast asleep, lying on her side waiting for him.
He quickly removed his clothes, tossing them over a chair before silently sliding into bed next to her. Lois shifted in her sleep, snuggling closer to the warm, muscular body that had invaded her bed. She sighed contentedly as he wrapped his arm around her.
"Long night?" she murmured sleepily.
"Yah," he admitted. "Just glad to be home with you."
"No more fake Kryptonite attacks?"
"Thankfully no," he replied, stifling a yawn. "Bruce and Diana are currently keeping watch on Luthor to see if they can figure out where he's keeping his lab hidden."
"Bruce and Diana?" Lois repeated, waking up a little more now with the unexpected revelation. "Isn't it a little dangerous leaving them alone together like that?"
Clark chuckled softly as he buried his nose in her hair, pulling her flush against his naked body. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her sweet scent. "They'll be fine, Lois," he reassured her. "They don't need a referee."
"Are you sure about that?" she asked. "They're both pretty passionate people."
"I don't think I've ever heard Bruce described as passionate," he replied with amusement lacing his voice.
"He's passionate in his own way," Lois clarified. "He keeps it buried deep, but it's still there. Diana's is just far more obvious. Personally, I think they would be perfect together."
"You do?" he questioned her, peering over at her in the darkness of their bedroom.
"They're not as different as you might think," Lois pointed out. "I think Diana may be the only one who can get through to Bruce."
"They do seem to get pretty worked up around each other," he confessed as he thought more about it.
"Like fireworks," she said.
Clark rolled over onto his side to look at her, his fingers playing with a strand of chestnut hair. "Like us," he teased.
"Yah…like us," she agreed, leaning up to kiss him fully on the lips.
Clark buried his fingers in her hair, fully returning her kiss as he shifted over her. He braced himself on his forearms to keep from crushing her as he moved to kiss along her jaw to her ear, earning a throaty moan for his efforts. Lois ran her fingers through his hair before moving to settle on his back, her head tilting back against the pillows as pleasure began radiating through her entire body.
He entered her with a grunting gasp of satisfaction, his fingers curling into the sheets beneath her. It was like coming home all over again as he began to make love to her, fireworks exploding around them once more as they gave themselves over to one another.
A/N: I wish I could just tell you all what's going to be coming in this fic b/c I'm so excited about what I've got up my sleeve, but I can't ruin the surprises! Hope you're all enjoying this! Thank you all so much for the reviews, favorites, and follows! :)
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