I AM SO SO SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER. I have literally no time to write these days. But I hope you like it!

Word spread in Gotham City like wildfire these days. It was impossible to keep anything hidden, let alone a caped vigilante. The people talked, of course, but it was just rumors at first. Someone saw something they couldn't explain. A couple of goons dropped off at the GCPD with injuries they shouldn't have had. And old Roger Jenkins just swore to Sergeant Gordon that he saw some guy flying away from a crime scene. People didn't know what to think about it.

But this was Gotham City. Crime was a fact of life. The people had more important things to think about. Like their prodigal son finally ascending to the throne.

At twenty-one years old, the young Wayne was finally able to take the helm of his father's company. The press was having a field day- two stories like this at the same time? It was like Christmas had come early. The young man was strikingly handsome too, so like his father some thought it actually was him. Photos were snapped, microphones attempted to shove past bodyguards to get a soundbite from the young heir, but the doors closed in front of Wayne Tower with a loud bang, and the press went back to chasing the masked man.

Bruce sat in some board room or another on one of the top floor of Wayne Tower. The air conditioning was up too high, and the Board of Directors meeting was running long. They wanted to talk strategy for this quarter- something about profits being down 7% Bruce assured them all not to worry, that he would restore this company to it's former glory under his father, that he would not rest until Wayne Enterprises was the pinnacle of industry that it used to be. As they gave him a round of applause and told him his father would be proud of him, he smirked.

He always did have a way with words.

It was two weeks later that all hell broke loose.

The rumors had been flying for weeks. Some guy dressed as a bat, only attacking at night, taking the law into his own hands. Beating up bad guys and dropping them off in front of the GCPD. Reports were piling up that all contradicted each other- that he could fly, that he could lift cars and punch through walls, that he was just really good at martial arts, that he was bulletproof, that he was just a kid. No one knew the truth. The cops had been trying to keep a lid on it for weeks, scrambling to figure out what was going on. They were in over their heads, and they knew it. No one knew what to think.

The truth came out one grainy, stormy night on a street corner in Park Row. A couple of low life thugs were mugging some poor sod who just happened to be walking home one night on the wrong side of town. The guys were too busy pounding into the guy to hear the swooshing noise of the cape behind them. Before they could react, they found themselves hoisted up in the air, thrown against a wall. Trying to fight back only resulted in a broken hand. A couple of minutes later, they found themselves tied together, being carried to the GCPD. And no one would have known about it if some kid hadn't gotten a video of it.

The news broke the next morning. Bruce sat at the dining room table in Wayne Manor watching a video of his brother flying through Gotham with a couple of thugs in tow, using his powers in plain view. Well this makes things difficult, doesn't it. He sighed. Clark was still sleeping, recovering from the previous night. It was a bit of an inconvenience that the boy slept all the time- it made it difficult to keep him in the public eye.

He made his way upstairs to Clark's bedroom and knocked, before opening the door and entering anyway. The room was pitch-dark, the way an 18 year old boy liked it to be in the morning hours, this one more than most. He smirked before opening the curtain roughly, prompting an aggravated groan from the sleeping teen.

"You know, some of us have to work for a living," Clark said, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"You made the news last night. Someone filmed you."

"What? Well… I guess it was going to happen sooner or later. Is that a good thing or bad thijng?" He eyed Bruce warily, gaging his reaction.

"A bit of both. It makes our lives harder now that people know that you're out there. But I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later."

Clark sat up in bed. "What do I do now? Do I show myself? Tell them who I am?"

Bruce frowned. An alien in Gotham City… that could be good for business. But bad for the rest. "Not yet. Let me think about it."

"Whatever you say, boss. I'm going back to sleep." He smiled before rolling over. Before long he was snoring again, and Bruce slowly backed out of the room.

The cat's really out of the bag now. But what did he expect? You couldn't have an alien superhero in Gotham without someone noticing it eventually. And Clark's powers were never going to be a secret forever. The question was how to spin it. There had to be a way to work it out in a profitable way. He would protect the boy, of course. But he would protect himself first. Oh yes, he mused. This is going to be fun.

Next chapter should be coming soon! Enjoy. Reviews are loved as always :)