-Bruce was standing before the mirror , his hands like spider legs tide a silky black tie whit no problem.
Clark from his position on the bed eyed him. His lover was the epitome of elegance and grace. He him self often felt clumsier on two legs, like a duck. Flying was indescribable, And Bruce knew it. He didn't know what secret it was that allowed the dark knight to carry tat grace so fluently in to Brucies steps. Normal observing his lover like that would make him happy,
For a moment he new that no matter what he sacrificed fore humans for, this planet. It was worth it if he managed to save one person like Bruce.
But now. Now it was a different thing. Covering his mid section whit a piece of blanket, he stood and came closer to hug his lover from behind.
-Don't go.
-Wew talked bout this Clark…iw agreed to it, I can't bail..
-Yes you can-he purred hiding his face in the crook oh Bruce's neck-You've did it before.
-Tony isn't a model…-Bruce sighed creasing Clarks black hair.
-precisely… his worse…
-Clark…
-Kal…
-Fine Kal…Tony is essentially the same as Brucy…nothing can rely help my persona moor than a day of drinking whit him…-he said simply slowly untangling himself from his lovers arms.
-So you're wiling to cheat on us, just to help you're persona?
-What?-Bruce turned surprised-Now where did that conclusion com from?
-You we did it before. I wrote articles bout you. remember?-Clark stood in the sunlight steering at him whit a sad expression.
-…That was before we met.
-So?
-Are you impaling that iv been unfaithful. -Bruce gave him a cold steer, he felt…hurt. betrayed even.
-I don't know, I constantly see you're photos whit beautiful women.
-And I constantly red love stories bout superman and Lois Lane
Bruce's voice dropped a bit, becoming quieter and more menacing. Like batman's but not quite.
-That's not the same and you know it!
-Yes it is Clark-He said his voice lover dangerously, one more octave.- The ting is. I don't accuse you of anything whit out having tangible proof for it. I believe you.
Clarks arms slumped.
-Bruce…
-No...you …we…said enough. For now Clark…get dressed. And go …-He said dragging a hand true his hair in frustration.
-Bruce…its...it's just it's always your mission!
-The mission comes first, whew been true this.
-Apparently not often enough. I want some one to com to…someone I can rely upon, trust them…
-Once more I feel as if you're accusing me of being neither .And as I recall it. I haw not given you a reason not to.
-Tony…
-KAl-el! I haw not betrayed you and I haw not plan to but I haw never been so tempted as I am now! -he growled. Clark was a bout to say something but finally he settled on huffing angrily and turning around to go.
-Kal…- Clark turned a round whit a hopeful smile. But he saw only Bruce's back in the doorway.
-don't…let me catch you spaying on us…-He said gravely before leaving the room
-I cant believe you're acutely going true whit this…this...o my god the law suite…-Pepper was making her way from on eng of the hotel room to the other .While Tony was trying to decide with t-shirt would show of his muscles.
-Pep...whit one the grey ,red or black?
-Black, if you decide to act as a slob its going to be les sizable.-She said finally giving in to the absurdity of the moment.
-Hey but sperm stains…-Tony and Peppers ayes met, and the man o iron decided its best not to poke the lioness in the aye-Er...never mind?
-O my god…the lawsuits!...Tony you are saying over on to me the modern art collection, I refuse to stay whit nothing after babysitting you for all thaws years!…-she sighed finally sitting down.
-Aw its so nice to know you like me…for me.-Tony mocked leaving his clothes on the bed and going to the mini bar.
-Cranberry or lime?
-What?
-You look like cranberry-He mused ignoring the bewilder look of his secretary/Assistant. Pepper steered dumbfounded at the red drink he presented her whit.-sorry theirs no umbrella…-Added Tony sitting next to her whit a smile of a child that's trying to butter up its mum.
-agh…I swear to God if i become an alcoholic because of you…-She threatened taking the drink
-Pep, to match talking to little drinking.-He corrected her.
For a moment they sat there botch drinking .
-there not going to let you In to the restaurant whit out a tie.
-I haw a clip on somewhere…
-lord give me patience…
Bruce and Tony arranged to met in the more elegant restaurant in Gotham. Bruce as always wore elegant artier well fitting the "old money" status. Tony on the other hand came in simple black pants tightly griping his ass, whit t-shirt and a Armani jacked.
-I'm sorry sir but this attire simply wont…- The inquiring waiter was silence when tony nonchalantly, walked past him slipping obviously in to his pocket small role of money. The man stood blinking, probably ignored in soothe a manor for the first time in his life. Bruce sent him an apologizing smile.
This was going to be on hell of a date, and he wasn't 100% whether that would-be a good thing.
The evening progressed, rather slowly. It got better after Tony stopped trying whit all his might to per sway Bruce to go somewhere ells les stiff.
It got good when they started taking bout technology. Bruce had a hard time playing dumb and Anthony smiled whit almost sadisticall glee, probing the conversation further and further. Slowly drawing the real Bruce out of his shell. Like a little kid unwrapping a present.
-waiter scotch whit ice and seasoned red wine.
-Red wine?
-yeh for you.
-Now why do you assume I like fine wine?-Bruce asked curiously, smiling.
-Don't all people living in old mansions drink wine from crystal goblets?-Stark smiled back.
-A common misconception- Bruce wisped snatching the freshly brought scotch before Tony cud take it, leaving the older male wine- On the other hand Im positive older men like it.
-..did...did you just call me old? –The man blinked whit a stun expression.
Bruce smiled innocently , sipping his scotch.
Tony was obviously going to replay whit some flirty comment. But he stopped himself looking something above Bruce's shoulder.
-Tony…what is it?- Bruce worried, turning back he came face to face whit a slightly bulging stomach of Lois Lane.
-Mister Wayne, mister Stark…two Billionaires talking and not one from the pres but little ol me...I either haw a concussion or this is my lucky day.- She smiled. Her lavender dress hugging her body quite nicely.
-yeh I wanted to invite some on our date but Bruce is so old fashioned..-Tony added sarcastically.
-A date?-Lois ayes sparkled.
-Its Business- Bruce started.
-No it's not.-Tony smiled.
-Stark!?-the younger man growled.
-Yes love?-unmoved by it in the list
-Ah this is phenomenal…how long are you together.
-Where not…
-It's a love since are ayes first met-Tony said in a sing song voice. Bruce face palmed muttering something sounding like 'God give mi patience…"
-You'd mind if I quote that Mister Stark?-Lois smiled taking out a not pad.
-Not at all!-Tony opened his arms invitingly.-Take a hair. Sit down!-he said smiling. And she did. It was an excruciating 15 minuts where only Tony talked Bruce was to busy purring himself glass after a glass of wine. There was no way of controlling this dam stubborn idiot!
-And that all…you're typical love story…and now…sync you know all you wanted…how bout you tell us who sold our intimate date out?-Tony leered scanning the women whit his ayes.
-a,a,a Tony a good reporter doesn't give away his source.- she smiled unmoved
-Aw..-Tony punted.
-don't mined Anthony miss Lane...his under the feels assumption his boy like charm works on every one.-Bruce smiled. There was a present buzzing in his head now.
-Not on pregnant women apparently. –all three laughed.
-M bout the pregnancy, how did it happen I wasn't invited to your wedding, you took a bite out of me so often in you're articles Im almost a part of the family, aren't I?- Bruce joked.
-Aw come on Bruce it's the 20 century…weddings are so overrated. –Stark waved his hand dismissingly, Lois giggled.
-There wasn't a wedding yet, just a fiancé..-she showed her hand and the ring.-But if it means that match to you...I cud sent you an invite-she smiled teasingly.-If I get an intimate details article bout you two…
-Ah you drive a hard barging...can you tell at list who the lucky fellow is?
-Clark Kent…-she chirped.
