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Chapter 7: Suspicions and Jealousy on High

Smallville was getting on my nerves…and he's going to be the death of me.

That was the only repetitive and coherent thought that Lois Lane could get from her scrambled brain as she leaned back in her car seat with all her might and clutched her seat belt for dear life. She don't want to die young, beautiful and single thank you very much, she wanted to have her dream wedding by the beach, have children with her surely wonderful husband ('coz she isn't going to marry someone who isn't), and start a happy family, and if possible, live long enough to see her great- grandchildren.

However, all those dreams will seem to remain like that forever; dreams, because she's pretty sure as hell she's gonna die right now before they even reach Gotham.

Gotham, the city that is supposedly a perfectly safe 2- hour drive from Metropolis!

Her special report about the Little Prince of Gotham tomorrow would be memorable for another reason: Enigmatic, gorgeous Lois Lane died in a car accident before she could get a chance to create a spectacular special report.

Lois gulped hard.

No, no, no…NO! Lois couldn't let herself die without seeing the success her report will bring to the company! She won't die peacefully! She has to see that alive, breathing and safe!

Of course, Smallville must have different plans because he was flying the car off the road, probably breaking a hundred rules on traffic or road safety with nothing but an eerily cheery smile on his handsome face. His fingers are tapping happily along on the steering wheel with the cheery tune he's humming under his breath.

Lois is seriously considering taking him to the psychologist. What's wrong with him? Since this morning he'd been nothing but Mr. Gloom and Glum and now he's Mr. Cheery and Speedy.

Lois thinks hard and long what had happened between now and then; what happened that caused Smallville to change moods in a snap. Jimmy tripping on his way to his cube? Cat's high pitch shriek as her coffee spill on her dress accidentally? Seriously thou, her mind came up blank.

Lois knows that something happened that caused Kent to be this way- she doesn't know what that is, yet. Lois also knows that her interview with Bruce Wayne have to be great in order to keep up with Gotham Gazette. Another thing that Lois knows is that she's gonna die right this instance - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The car swerved to the right directly in collision with a truck- the car swiftly turned to the left, narrowly missing scratching a Volvo- the car turned jerkily to the right again and sped ahead of an ambulance- and again to the right, turning a hundred and eighty degrees around an actual car accident, before the car cut across lanes to get back to their right lane, nearly crashing with each car and zooming straight to Gotham.

Heart thudding loudly in her chest that Lois couldn't even hear if she was still breathing or not, Lois sat ram rod straight in her seat, clutching the seat belt until her knuckles whiten and her nails tear through the fabric, shoulders up and stiff with fright, blue eyes wide as she stared at nothing straight in front of her.

Oh my Gods...

Oh my Gods...

Oh my GODS!Ohmygodsohmygodsohmygodsohmygodsohmygodsohmygodsohmygodsohmygodsohmygods!

That's the second time that happened! What if there's a third one? They say that the third one is the charm! What if she dies the next time it happened?! Oh no, Lois sobbed inwardly, still not moving an inch. I don't wanna dieeeee...not yeeeet...

"Lois?"

Lois started in her seat, slightly breaking out of her stupor at Smallville's voice. Rigidly, she turned her face to look at him.

Kent frowned at her, worry evident in his crystal blue eyes. "Are you alright? You look pale." Pause, hesitating. "A-are you perhaps, umm, n- nervous about the interview with Mr., uh, Wayne?"

Lois only stared at him, downright terrified.

Interview?! Damn that interview! She wants to go home NOW! Preferably with her driving!

"Lois..." Kent cleared his throat, looks outside the window for a second and then back at her, wipes his hand on his pants...wait, on his pants? Why aren't his hands on the steering wheel?! Lois opened her mouth to scream but Smallville beat her into speaking. "We're already here."

That got Lois blinking and she shut her mouth close. Here? Huh, where? Lois swivelled in her seat, looks out at her window to see a castle, er, a humongous mansion at the end of a really loooong driveway just beyond the gigantic gates. Her mouth promptly fell open again.

"What is this place?" She shrieked quietly to Smallville.

Smallville frowned at her again. "Lois, we're already here, at Mr. Wayne's manor."

Lois swiveled back to Smallville her mouth moving like a fish's and eyes bulging out of her sockets. "Are you serious?!"

Smallville nodded, looking confusedly at her.

Lois blinked and started to gather her disastrously, scattered amazing self. How did they get here so fast? Oh, never mind answering that question. B-but seriously how? As far as she knows they were in the highway, extremely driving dangerously to Gotham, she freaked out and now they were in front of Mr. Wayne's manor? Which was on the other side of Gotham?! Was this even a manor? How did Smallville know where to go? I didn't even give him the map for directions!

"Lois," Smallville's voice break her out of her mental rambling again, "s- shouldn't we, um, knock or something?"

And that's it; Lois was back to her usual, rambunctious self.

"Knock? Are you out of your mind, Smallville?" Lois snaps at him. "Do those gates looks like a door to you? If we knock on the gate do you think they can hear it all the way to the manor? Did you even think of the possibility that that gate got electricity on it?"

"Electricity?" Smallville raised his eyebrows, surprised.

"Yes, for idiotic people who tries to trespass to the manor."

Smallville looks at her, downright offended.

"I'm not referring to you idiot." Lois huffs at him before opening the door and getting out of the car (wobbly) and slams the door shut. She took a deep, deep breathe and fix herself, before she walks to the intercom at the side of the gate. She pressed it until a smooth, British accented voice spoke.

"Wayne Manor. Please state your name and business here."

"Lois Lane, reporter from the Daily Planet. I'm here together with my partner, Clark Kent, for an interview with Mr. Wayne."

"Ah yes, please come in. We've been expecting you." As soon as he said that the gates opened smoothly, silently and Lois went back to the car.

Smallville was oddly quiet, looking down at his hands on his lap. "Smallville? Come on we have to interview Mr. Wayne about himself and his Little Prince of Gotham."

Smallville looks up at her, a crease between his forehead. He's certainly going to have wrinkles later, Lois thought idly.

"Little Prince of Gotham? There's a prince currently residing in Mr. Wayne's mansion?!"

Lois gaped at him. "Oh my gosh! You really are out of your mind this morning! How come you didn't know that? Didn't you notice the chaos around you at the office earlier? Everybody is busy trying to get a scoop about the The Little Prince!"

"Since when does Gotham is ruled by monarchy?"

Lois face-palmed. "Just drive already." She growled silently, "Slowly and carefully this time."

Smallville raised a brow at her; confused, and did as he was told like a good boy. He drove slowly and carefully.

Lois groaned and covered her face with her hands.


Bruce was in his study, on the phone with Mayor Grange with Richard in his lap when Lois and Clark arrived. Not that he knows that yet.

"I can't believe you and Lucius teamed up on me earlier," Bruce grumbled at the phone, "and you managed to convince Alfred too!"

Mare, much to Bruce's annoyance, laughed outright. "Because it was the right thing to do. Besides, seeing you with a disgruntled and pissed- off expression was really funny, it's not something the public sees every day."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, he was pretty sure that if you ask Alfred that was something he sees every day. From his lap, Dick lets out an adorable giggle as he played with Zitka and his Bat- plushie. Bruce looks down at him fondly, kisses the top of his head, and bounce him softly, eliciting more giggles from the little boy.

"You wrestled me, and freaking stole my phone from me! Just to give that stupid editor a few precious photos of my son!" Bruce growled.

Bruce could almost see Mare rolling her eyes at her own office. "Bruce, 'a few precious photos' of your son isn't a loss to you-"

"Of course it is!"

"- got a thousand photos of Dick in your phone! And we only managed to get the five latest ones-"

"And that's enough."

"-before you broke away from Lucius and the others hold on you! Might I remind you that you broke poor Lucius arm, and gave someone a broken, bloody nose?"

Bruce winced.

"Got' cha, didn't I?" Mare sighed from the other end of the phone. "Bruce, you and I both know that it was right thing to do, you can't keep Dick to yourself forever you know. The world needs to see him grow up beside you from the moment you revealed him to the public. That's the kind of world we live in Bruce and you brought him into it whether you like it or not."

Bruce winced harder and sighed. She was right of course, but is it really wrong to want to keep Dick to himself? To hide him from the public's eyes as much as possible? All Bruce wanted to do was to protect him and give a normal life as much as possible.

Dick looks up at him innocently, baby blue eyes wide with slight worry as he noticed the change of his Daddy's mood. Bruce smiled reassuringly at him and leaned down, murmuring sweet nothings to his son's ear and hair in Romani. Dick giggled cutely, wrapping his little muscular arms at his Daddy's neck and hugged him tightly. "I love you Daddy."

Bruce heart melted, and he wrapped both of his arms around his little boy tightly. "I love you too, chum."

"Awwww... I heard that! That was so sweet! Bruce-" Bruce rolled his eyes and brought his phone to his ear again. "- you didn't answer my question, by the way!"

Bruce frowned, adjusting Dick in his lap so Dick looks like a baby koala clinging to him again. "What question?"

"You know, about you being a playboy even though you're not~" Mare sing- sang.

"Was that a serious question?"

Mare huffed. "Why yes, of course. As I said you can't keep the act forever you know. Especially now that you got Dick, now that you're a Daddy." At the end of her statement, Mare burst out laughing.

Bruce rolled his eyes again. "You're too cheerful to be Gotham's Mayor."

"And you're too moody to be the King of Gotham."

Bruce winced again. "I told you I hate- despise- that title! It makes me sound like I own Gotham-"

"Which is partially true."

"- which I don't!"

Mare probably rolled her eyes again too. "You're getting me off topic Bruce, answer my question!"

Bruce let out a derisive snort. "Is there really an answer to that?"

"Of course there is!" Mare said, sounding both offended and indignant. "You need to be a good example to Dick, Bruce!"

It was now Bruce's turn to be offended. "What are you saying? That I'm not a good example to Dick?!"

"You're a playboy!"

"You're supposed to be a good friend!"

"I am! Which is why I'm telling you-" Bruce groaned. "-to drop your playboy act already! And be a responsible Daddy!"

"Oh so you mean I'm not responsible enough?" Bruce grumbled. "You want me to focus on my work and see my disgruntled and pissed off expression all the time? If ever that happens you'll be the one to blame."

"Bruce! That's not what I meant! You-" Mare cut herself off as she realized Bruce was just toying with her. "Ugh! Bruce you know what I mean!"

Bruce snickered. "It's not that easy Mare. Suddenly dropping my playboy act-" he stood up, carrying Dick in his arms, head bent to keep his phone on his ear and rocked his son to sleep as soon as he saw Dick is getting sleepy. "- will raise suspicions."

"How so?" Mare asked sceptically.

Bruce walked out his study, rocking Dick softly in one arm; he's so small he easily fits in one of Bruce's lean, muscular arms, and started for Dick's room. "People will of course wonder why I don't bring bimbos anymore to the parties, they'll think I'm dating someone secretly or think of something ridiculous that can potentially ruin my image."

"Ahh... like Bruce Wayne checking out Superman and vice versa."

Bruce gasp, nearly drops his phone and quickly looks down at Dick, thanking God silently that the little boy is finally asleep. Bruce growled dangerously. "Marion. How did you know about that?"

Of all the people out there the one who have to notice his and Superman exchange was her; Marion Grange, the one who thought that he was gay the moment she laid her eyes on him. And he's not, the exchange yesterday means nothing.

Yeah right, tell yourself that. A voice inside Bruce snorted. Tell yourself that you're not haunted by unnatural blue eyes and incredibly strong arms every time you close your eyes.

I'm not. Bruce growled back. The voice just harrumphed at him.

Bruce reached Dick's room and he gently laid the sleeping child on his bed. Brushing the soft, black hair out of the child's face, he leaned down and softly kissed the child on his forehead. It wasn't after Bruce arrived back at his study that Mare speaks again. Innocently.

"Sorry Bruce, I was speaking to someone else, did you say something?"

Bruce groaned and massaged his forehead. "Mare-"

A knock on the door interrupted him. "Enter."

Alfred opens the door and addressed him from there. "Master Bruce, the reporters from the Daily Planet had arrived."

Bruce nodded and sighed softly. "Lead them here."

Alfred nods at him before exiting the room to greet the guests.

"Mare-"

"Oh I heard that Bruce, you have to go I know, I know, buuut~"

Bruce groaned. "But what?"

"Looks like this is the perfect opportunity to start dropping your playboy act!"

"Mare, I told you-"

"Goodbye Bruce~!" And Mare ends the call.

Bruce sighed exasperatedly and took a moment to collect himself for the interview. He hopes this end fast. Wait...from what he heard, Lois Lane is gorgeously stunning. Bruce smirked; well time to prove to Mare that he won't give up his playboy act so easily.

As soon as he thought of that, guilt crashed through him. Mare is right; he needs to be a perfect example for his son. With conflicted thoughts, Bruce decided to just play it by ear. He heard footsteps coming to the study and he quickly put up his mask.

It's show time.


Clark was worried.

Ever since he learned that Wayne Manor got attempts of invasion like that it makes the urge to protect Bruce Wayne and Dick burn stronger. He wanted to make sure that they're always perfectly safe and he wants so badly to be with them and protect them from any harm.

Clark inwardly shook his head. He really doesn't know where this thoughts and feelings sprung from, it just...burst...or came out of its hiding place the moment her met Bruce's magnificent navy blue eyes. Oh those eyes...

Clark shook his head again. Focus! We're here for an interview! Not to ogle at him!

He gulped. That would be hard to do, since Lois will be the one to ask the questions and all he really need to do is to take pictures. And he couldn't deny the fact that he was so...eager...to see Bruce and Dick again that he disobeyed probably all the traffic rules and the laws of physics just to get here immediately.

But Clark can't help himself. He doesn't know why but there seems to be a thread tugging him to them since he met them. And Clark wanted nothing more but to take them both in his arms.

Clark stopped the car in front of the huge, polished oak doors of the manor. Lois had gone silent after groaning for a few seconds the moment he starts to drive in the driveway. Perhaps she's not feeling well? She shouldn't have requested this interview then. Clark then remembered why Lois insisted on this interview; it was because they don't have an interview back when Bruce revealed Dick to the world. Well, looks like I'll just have to keep an eye on her then.

He and Lois stepped out of the car and the oak doors opened when they got within three feet from it. They were greeted by a regal looking man, probably around in his mid- fifties, in a butler suit. The man was tall and strong despite his old age, that much was obvious to Clark as he listened to the man's steady heartbeat, and he carried himself with undeniable grace.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Lane and Mr. Kent." The man said in a thick, British accent. Lois eyes slightly widen in recognition. "My name is Alfred and I'm the Wayne's family butler. If you will please follow me I will lead you to where Mr. Wayne is."

"Thank you Alfred." Lois said, inclining her head at the butler and smiling politely. But both of Clark's and Lois' eyes are drawn to the interior of the manor. It was, in a word, amazing. And huge. And expensive. And probably priceless.

Alfred stepped back to let them in.

Clark suddenly stiffened slightly before forcing himself to relax. That was probably just his imagination. Besides, where else could Alfred have seen him before? The news? He certainly hasn't seen Alfred before. Inwardly shaking his head again, Clark followed Alfred and Lois up the stairs.

Alfred's eyes couldn't impossibly widen in recognition when their eyes met earlier...right? He just imagined Alfred's expression of realization, right?

Just his imagination.

..right..?


We could fit Ma and Pa's eight to ten farmhouses here and there still are plenty of space to spare. Clark thought as he and Lois followed Alfred around the house. Both of them were captivated by the interior of the manor that they almost forgot why they were here in the first place. Keyword: almost.

As soon as Alfred led them to a stop in front of a simple yet imposing door, Lois and Clark snapped back to business, both of them feeling just a little bit nervous. Clark felt sweat forming in the palm of his hand which surprised him.

What am I nervous for? We've done interviews like these plenty of times before. Clark fidgeted while discreetly wiping his hands. There's nothing new in here.

But Clark knows he's only fooling himself; because behind those doors, is the man that haunted his mind ever since their eyes first met, the man that consumed his mind since he wakes up this morning, the man that seems to be why his heart is beating…

Which is ridiculous because he actually doesn't know the man fully well.

Breathe Clark.

Before Clark could fully prepare himself, Alfred knocked on the door briefly, and his ears barely registered Bruce's reply when the butler opened the doors with a flourish.

Clark's breath hitched and lodged in his throat. Standing before him in all his handsomeness and imposing muscles and built stood the most beautiful man Clark ever saw. Bruce Wayne. At the sight of him, Clark instantly felt all of his weariness in mind and body disappear, he could feel his muscles relaxing and his mind entering a state of tranquility, yet at the same time, he could feel his strength renewing, like he's getting stronger by the second, he feels like he could really do anything as long as this man is by his side. While Clark rejuvenated on the sight of Bruce, Lois stepped forward with a charming smile and offered her hand for Bruce to shake.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne, thank you for having this interview with us, I hope we aren't bothering you or taking too much of your time. My name is Lois Lane and this is my partner for today, Clark Kent."

Clark snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name and tried his very best to focus on the conversation at hand.

Bruce returned Lois' smile with more charm and matching smoky eyes, he shook her hand firmly yet friendly. "Hello, Ms. Lane, Mr. Kent, it is nice to meet both of you. And don't worry about this interview Ms. Lane, it is my utmost pleasure to be interviewed by a beautiful woman like you." Bruce gazed intently at Lois eyes. "And please, call me Bruce."

The way the word pleasure and you and his own name roll off Bruce's tongue could make anyone turn into a gooey puddle; it was warm and rich and puuurfectly sultry. If Clark wasn't busy on suppressing the sudden jealousy he feels right now, he might have turned into a gooey puddle himself and look like a human tomato openly gaping at the man in front of him. Pretty much what Lois is doing right now.

Slowly, Lois smiled seductively back at Bruce. "Only if you'll call me Lois."

Alfred cleared his throat, drawing all of the room's occupants towards him. "I shall take my leave now and prepare some snacks for you. I shall take it here shortly."

Bruce nodded. "Thank you Alfred."

Alfred nodded back to Bruce with a look that Clark couldn't fully decipher before he turned around and closed the doors. But it looks like a mixture of exasperation and a warning. Before the doors fully closed thou, Alfred and Clark's eyes met briefly and Clark once again feels like that there is something crucial about him that Alfred knows. But what?

"Mr. Kent."

Clark swiveled around, his heart in his throat, but Bruce wasn't even looking at him. He was looking a little past Clark's shoulder, where Alfred had been earlier, with a slightly guilty and amused expression on his face. Clark was relieved- that is until Bruce placed his mesmerizing navy blue eyes on him. Different emotions flickered too fast in Bruce's eyes that Clark was dumfounded before it settled back on his usual smoky eyes.

"Please take a seat besides Lois, there's no need to just stand there by yourself."

Lois let out a laugh.

Clark glared lightly at her before sitting down beside her on the sofa to the left of Bruce's desk, facing an obviously antique low table with intricate designs. Bruce went back to his own desk and settled down on his own plush seat.

"Well then shall we begin?"

Lois grinned at him, pulling out her notebook, her ball pen and recorder out of her purse. "You don't mind us recording this interview, do you?"

Bruce shook his head and deliciously smirks. "Oh no, please go ahead."

Both Lois and Clark almost drooled at the sight of the smirk. Lois shook her head lightly and smirks back at him, she turned on the recorder and flipped through her notebook.

"Okay, I'll be the one who is going to interview you while Smal- Kent here," Lois said while jutting a thumb on Clark's direction, "will be just taking pictures, is that okay?"

Bruce raised a brow at Lois' sudden and obvious mistake but apparently paid it no mind as he nodded at Lois. Lois' lips twisted into a smile that was far too innocent for her.

"If you'll allow me to be direct: We're actually here to ask about Richard's wellbeing, seeing as we haven't conducted an interview about it yet and seeing the situation or latest trend right now, we thought this is the perfect opportunity to do it. So basically, we're interviewing you about Richard or as he was fondly called now, The Little Prince of Gotham."

"Dick."

Lois and Clark blinked. "Excuse me?" Lois squeaked.

"Dick. Richard prefers to be called Dick rather than Richard or especially as the Little Prince."

"Ohh…okay."

Bruce doesn't seem surprised about this even a little bit and merely smiled again. "Shoot ahead, beautiful."

Lois blushes beet red as she ducked her head to glance at her notebook. She cleared her throat.

"Let's go with the basics first. Question number #1: How was Ri- Dick's first weeks in here?"

Now that question seems to surprise Bruce as both his brows rose in surprise. Clark frowned and glanced at Lois, who was looking back at him with the same expression.

"Is there…" Clark paused to look at Lois again, "…a problem Mr. Wayne?" Damn, his name just rolled off his tongue so smoothly.

Bruce shook his head, and Clark dare say it, smiling a real smile that both got him and Lois really drooling. "No, it's just that…you were the first ones to ask that question. Everyone assumes that being born to a billionaire is all fine and dandy, but it isn't."

The reporters blinked and look at Bruce for an elaboration. Bruce obliged. "Most of the reporters doesn't even bother to ask how well Dick is doing, instead they ask me how well am I doing now that I got a child, they all make it sound as if there was something to be mourned about my situation right now." A slightly angry expression took over his face for a bit. "And almost all of them tried to corner Dick like a true predator to answer who his mother is."

"Is that why you haven't entertained another interview until now?"

Bruce nodded- then frowned as if remembering something nasty. "Partly. Most of it is because a reporter once snuck in a delivery truck containing Dick's new essentials, broke into Dick's room and cornered him in there, scaring the child and nearly kidnapped him when Dick started crying after he shouted at him for not answering any of his questions."

Lois gasped and Clark clenched his fists tightly. How dare that man…!

Bruce sighed deeply and waved a hand, as if saying past is past and let it be. "It's okay; shall I answer the question now?"

Lois nodded. "Yes, please."

Bruce paused and put on a thoughtful look, obviously thinking, while Clark pulled out his camera and snap a shot. What a beautiful man indeed. Clark observed the man through the lenses of his camera, noticing every miniscule move and twitches of his face (perks of having HD eyes) and imprinting it in his mind for…future reference? He concluded that Bruce Wayne is not someone who shows his true emotions easily and that only made Clark want to know him more.

He gazed at man's symmetrical face, his long lashes framing his beautiful navy blue eyes, and his high yet soft cheeks. He most especially gazed at the man's full, pink pouty lips…as if just waiting and ready to be kissed.

Suddenly, Bruce leveled his gaze at the reporters as if searching for something; Lois met his gaze head on while Clark just looked between them a little confused. Whatever Bruce was looking for in them, it seems he found it because his lips turned into a wry smile.

"Terrible." Bruce started. "Dick's first weeks in here are terrible."

Lois and Clark's eyes widen in realization; both of them fighting off a smile and tried to look as serious as an interviewer should be. It seems playboy, philanthropist billionaire Brucie Wayne decided to be honest with them. And that is a feat itself; because it means that he trusts them.

"Wherever we go, paparazzi followed us," Bruce's voice took on a gravelly tone, "and as you probably know, multiple people have tried to sneak into the house. They couldn't get answers from me so they want to get to Dick in hopes of finding the answers they want. Some even tried to search the house in order to find a… mother or any other woman. It's very tiring in terms of physically and emotionally. Dick, most of all, was scared the most. He doesn't understand why that was happening; he's too young to understand. Sometimes he has nightmares about it." Bruce heavy demeanor suddenly disappeared as he continued. "Despite that, Dick is actually a very cheerful and active child. He managed to brighten this dreary mansion since the day I brought him here, his bright smile always made mine and Alfred's day, his laughter always bounced off the empty hallways, and he loves to play games or explore the manor. Dick is also a pretty intelligent child; he's fluent in a lot of languages and he especially loves Math and Science..." Bruce trailed off as he noticed Clark's and Lois' faces. "…I got carried away didn't I?"

Lois grinned brightly and shook her head. "Oh, that was fine Bruce! Please tell us more!" Clark nodded alongside her, not only he enjoyed listening to Dick's wellbeing but there was something in Bruce's face that is so enchanting as he speaks of Dick, it was very obvious that he loves the child dearly.

Bruce chuckled and shook his head back at her. "No please continue with your prepared questions, Lois."

Clark could see that Lois nearly pouted, but of course, Lois is a dignified woman and she doesn't pout (except in rare occasions). Lois glanced down at her notepad again and fired the next question.

From then on, Lois asks another question at Bruce as soon as he finishes answering the previous one while Clark occasionally snaps photos of Bruce and just contently listening to them and watching the beautiful man in front of him. He's careful to not stare too much at Bruce because that will be awkward. He also tries to remember Bruce's answers when it came Dick's affairs that interest him too, like:

"What was Richard's preference over things?"

"He loves everything Batman." Bruce laughed proudly. "But he also loves something colorful- especially bright colors. Most especially red and blue, he adores those colors. When it comes to foods, Dick loves everything that is sweet. He's allergic to peanuts thou so no peanut butter for him."

After that Lois and Bruce reverted back to flirting, err the interview, okay they're actually flirting most of the time and Clark blocks them out whenever they do so, he just munches on Alfred's pastries lest he accidentally pulled Lois away from Bruce. It was doing such moments when he noticed a change in the manor.

Clark frowned and focused on the sound, it was something little, he could discern that much, but it was also too soft that he got a problem tracking it even thou he's using his super hearing. The source of the sound was pattering along the other side of the same floor as them, as if searching for something, but then stopped somewhere between Bruce's study and- if Clark remembers correctly- the stairs. It wasn't until that something spoke that Clark recognized what or who it is.

"Alfred?" Dick softly called.

"I'm in the kitchen Master Dick." Alfred answered immediately, which surprise Clark because he was pretty sure Alfred is in the kitchen. For an aging man he sure got sharp ears. "Would you like to help me prepare dinner? Your father has some visitors in his study right now, and I believe they wouldn't be done until much later."

"Oh…okay."

Clark smiled. It warmed his heart immensely to hear Dick's voice again; it calmed him to know that the child is safe. He suddenly got the urged to see the child again for himself…you know just for double checking the wellbeing of the child and to ensure that the child got no other injuries. He turned back to Lois and Bruce, who were still flirting, and cleared his throat.

Bruce and Lois immediately stopped talking and look at him.

Clark blushed at the sudden attention but forged on. "Um…where's the…uh, bathroom?"

Lois scoffed and rolled her eyes at him but she couldn't quiet suppress her giggles; Bruce, on the other hand, just smiled lightly at him and gave him the directions. Clark stood up and excused himself before exiting the room quickly.

Of course, he isn't going to the bathroom. He's going to see Richard.

He walked along the long hallway until he spotted the grand staircase…just in time to see Dick took a running start and leap off…

"DICK!"

…onto the railing of the staircase. But apparently his scream startled the child that the child's hand slipped off the railing and he started to fall….

Clark unconsciously and unhesitant- ly used his super speed to place himself below the falling child and caught him in his arms.

Dick gasps at the sudden impact and instantly froze in the arms of the cause of his fall turned savior. He remembered these arms, this particular safe feeling in this particular set of arms; he couldn't mistake them for anybody else's. He slowly looks up as the set of muscular arms arranged him in a much more comfortable position.

"Superman…"

Clark froze as he held the child. What did he just say…? He looks down at the adorable face and big, baby blue eyes.

"You're…Superman." The child whispered adoringly. "You're Superman!"

Clark didn't know what to say. This cute little kid just figured out who he is so easily that he was stupefied. What's he gonna do now?

"You're…Superman…" Dick whispered again, but this time he's close to tears, "…right?"

Clark couldn't bear the child's sad face that he hugged the little guy tightly to his chest. "Yes, it's me. I am Superman."

Dick squealed and wrapped his arms around Clark's neck happily. "I knew it! I knew it! I couldn't forget the feeling of your arms! Oh thank goodness you're safe! I was worried you know! And I didn't get to thank you properly and I'm just…I'm just…I'm just so happy to see you again."

Dick's voice cracked at the last part and he burst into tears. Clark immediately hugged the child more tightly to him and started to whisper soothing words in his ear; he didn't know how he's doing this, but somewhere inside Clark is telling him that he's actually doing the right thing. His heart is nearly bursting with emotions; he's so happy and overwhelmed that he got the child back safely in his arms and the child recognized him! And the child was actually worried about him too, oh how sweet this precious being is!

"DICK!"

"MASTER RICHARD!"

Simultaneous worried shouts got Clark's and Dick's heads to snap up. Apparently, Clark's scream also alerted the child's guardians. Bruce was- whoa, so fast- hurriedly running down the stairs while shooting obviously worried and distressed looks at Clark and Dick, followed by a confused and worried Lois. Alfred was coming from the direction of the kitchen, also hurriedly walking towards them, his face showing deep concern for the child. Both of them almost reach Clark and Dick at the same time, but Bruce got to them first and he instantly scooped up his child into his own arms.

Clark was instantly filled with an empty feeling when his arms are suddenly holding nothing. But he watched contently at the sides as Bruce pressed a long and hard kiss on the child's temple before crushing him to his chest and as Alfred fussed over the little child. Still, he feels a little sad, because he wants to be a part of them…


Bruce's POV during the interview

Something tugged within him the moment the two reporters entered the room. Something was moving on his chest and he could vaguely feel it, like a string incessantly pulling him along towards… Clark Kent? Inwardly, Bruce was frowning, furiously thinking why he was feeling that way− especially to a man he only personally met today. Outwardly, his playboy act was in half- swing.

During the interview, Bruce has half of his mind consumed with his thoughts about this tugging sensation. It wasn't stopping, in fact, the urge to stand up and sit himself in the blue eyed reporter's lap is getting stronger by the minute. It was an irrational urge, one which Bruce doesn't know where it came from. And honestly, it was distracting.

So to further distract himself from the weird sensation, Bruce discreetly opened up his computer under his table and searched everything he could find about Clark Kent.

He found nothing. Instead he found perfect records; top grades and no past files of any juvenile activity. The only sketchy thing about him is his adoption and that he went not- so MIA for a couple of years. Apparently he grew up in a farm in Smallville, where he was found by a couple named Martha and Jonathan Kent that took him in as their son and raised him up. There were no details about why he was not seen on- screen for two years, but nobody dug it up a little deeper since he still writes articles in their newspaper and in their online website. Plus, nobody actually cares for a mere reporter with a boring background and a boring life.

Bruce sighed silently, there was nothing special about the man, and he was the perfect son any parents could ever ask for. So why was he feeling this way?

Inconspicuously, he looked at the man who was busy taking a picture of him. He admits that the man is an apple for the eyes; unearthly blue eyes, tall and well- built. The only thing that's kind of ruining his supposedly drool worthy image is his thick- framed glasses. Well, Bruce figures the glasses do adds a certain kind of charm to its bearer. But everybody will have a hard time seeing his true, beautiful image with those glasses on. Shame, if only he would remove it.

Wait…

If he removes it…

Quickly, while shooting a billion watts smile at the already blushing Lois Lane, the billionaire pulled up an image of Clark Kent and a certain red caped, alien superhero from Metropolis side by side. He zoomed both images in and run a scan about their facial structures.

He patiently waited for the results as he told Lois how much Dick adores Batman −which actually reminded him that Dick just found out that he's Batman earlier this day and he got a new email from Barry. He'll check it out later. Probably.

He looks at the male reporter once again, only to look away quickly when he found that the man is already staring at him. The tugging sensation at his chest grew, as if telling him that it's okay to get lost in those unearthly blue eyes… Bruce inwardly shook his head. Focus, Wayne.

A bleep in his screen alerted him that his scan was finished. Bruce glace down at it quickly, his eyes widening marginally before he quickly put his focus back on Lois, distracting himself briefly from the results.

It matches.

Now, I need something much stronger than this to prove my suspicions. I need something more substantial. A DNA test, perhaps?

Quickly, Bruce sent an email to Diana.

B: Diana, I need a favor. I need something of Superman that can be used for a DNA test, can you come over tonight with it?

Thankfully, Diana replied instantly.

D: Sure, may I ask what for though? Is it okay to come for dinner? I terribly miss Dick and it's been so long since I ate with you guys. And yes, Steve isn't coming home tonight so I'm a little lonely so shut it.

B: That will be delightful. And you'll know the answer to your question soon.

Ps. How did you know what I was guessing?

D: Fine, see you all later. I'm so excited! I'll bring a gallon of chocolate ice cream for dessert!

Ps. Must be Dick's and yours detective skills rubbing off me.

B: Whatever makes you happy, just don't bring something with too much sugar in it. Be careful on your way here.

Ps. You should be thankful then.

D: I will, thanks! Bye!

Ps. In your dreams, Bruce!

Bruce closed his laptop after that. Tonight, his questions will be answered. So for now, he must answer what the public wants to know about him and his son.

But…if his suspicions turned out to be true… and considering his suspicions about Superman since the first time he met him yesterday at the incident… and if both of his suspicions were proved to be correct then…

Bruce shook his head. Sometimes he really hates how smart he is.

"I know this may seem to be rude," Lois said, breaking Bruce out of his thoughts and he saw she was busy looking through all her notes, "but everyone is really wondering who is Dick's mother is. Since you said in your previous interviews that you won't be answering any questions about that, let's skip that topic altogether."

Bruce stared at Lois for a few minutes, debating. Then, he stared at the just vacated seat of a certain blue eyed reporter who went looking for the bathroom. If his suspicions were true… might as well take a gamble. Besides, the information he came up with earlier said that Clark Kent went to Italy seven years ago. That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

Lois noticed him staring at nothing and frowns worriedly, "Bruce?"

Bruce flicks his gaze back at Lois. "Here's a special little tidbit for you Ms. Lane: We met at Italy."

Lois own blue eyes widen and she quickly wrote down the information on her notebook. She looks a little hopefully at Bruce, but knows that it will be futile. "I don't suppose you're going to add any more info on that, aren't you?"

Bruce smiles back at her. "Smart girl."

"DICK!"

Bruce instantly shot up in his seat as soon as he heard Clark's scream.

What happened to his son?

He raced out of his study, Lois following him confusedly, and searched for his little boy. Where?

He scanned the empty hallways, his ears straining to hear any other sounds; his heart is pounding so hard he could hardly breathe...Dick, where is he?

They reached the stairs and Bruce looked down to see Dick in the arms of the reporter. He nearly sagged with relief as soon as he saw his son safe.

"DICK!"

He raced down the stairs, desperately wanting to reach his son's side soon.

"MASTER RICHARD!" He heard Alfred's shout.

Bruce saw Clark's and Dick's head snap up, his son's face brightening as soon as he saw him and Clark's eyes widening when he turned to him. Bruce paused for a split second, somehow, seeing his son in Clark's arms feels…right. He shook his head, Clark is still a stranger and he wouldn't let his son in the arms of a stranger a second longer no matter how right it looks or feels like. No matter how familiar those eyes are…

In the end, Lois and Clark stayed for dinner. It was getting dark anyways and Alfred wouldn't let them leave without filling their stomachs. Dick told Bruce and Alfred how he accidentally slipped of the railing and how Clark had saved him.

Both Bruce and Alfred couldn't stop thanking Clark enough that they got the man blushing red as a tomato.

"Seriously Mr. Kent, thank you for saving my son." Bruce said sincerely.

Clark only smiled brightly at him. "I told you already, it's okay. I'm glad I managed to save Dick too."

Bruce nearly stared at the man in front of him, just like the other times in his office earlier, but he caught himself in time. It's just uncanny how striking this- okay, he admitted it earlier so he'll admit it again- handsome man's resemblance to a certain red caped hero. He's also careful not to look directly in his eyes after the first time earlier, lest he got the same pull towards his eyes just like, well, the certain red caped hero.

The certain red caped hero that he couldn't get out of his head since the incident yesterday.


They were all getting settled in the dining room when the doorbell rang.

"I'll see who is at the door," Alfred said quickly and dismissed himself from the room.

As soon as Alfred is gone, Bruce turned to look at his son with a 'I- know- something- that- you- don't know- look'. Dick immediately noticed this and pouts up at him. "Daaaaddy, what are you hiding from me this time?"

Bruce chuckles, "You'll know in three seconds…3…2…1…"

As if on cue, Alfred's delighted voice floated to them. "Miss Diana! Oh it is absolutely wonderful to see you again! My, you're even more radiant than the last time I saw you!"

Dick's eyes brighten, a breathless whisper escaping him. "Aunty Diana!?"

When Bruce nods, Dick let out a high pitch squeal as he jumps down from his seat and raced towards the front door, all the while screaming, "Aunty Diana! Aunty Diana!"

Bruce chuckled, and he twisted in his seat to wait for the trio to come into the kitchen. Once he heard Diana's laughter, he could only imagine her smiling brilliantly as she picks Dick up into her arms, carrying him into the kitchen. They did so, after a few seconds, in the exact same image Bruce imagined them to be.

Alfred came in first, carrying the promised chocolate ice cream Diana mentioned; followed by Diana with Dick happily in her arms and they were both cuddling at each other. When Diana's eyes and his met, Diana released one of her arms around Dick and offered it to Bruce.

Bruce smiles at her as he stood up and took this moment to take in the view of her. She was wearing a navy blue pencil skirt that reaches just above her knee, emphasizing her long and toned legs, with a matching tight navy blue cardigan and a white blouse underneath it that shows of her curves wonderfully. Her long, luscious mane of raven hair was pulled up in a high, sleek ponytail so everyone has a clear view of her beautiful face. Her bright blue eyes were slightly obscured by square framed glasses, but those glasses did nothing but to show how beautiful the Amazon princess really is.

Bruce frowns down at her as he welcomed the one armed embrace and as he wraps his own arm around her waist. "Did you come here directly from work?"

Diana rolled her eyes and leans up a little bit to kiss his cheek. "Yes, got a problem with that?"

Bruce kissed her cheek back and ruffles Dick's hair fondly as he does so. "Yes actually, you should have rested even for a little while."

Diana huffed. "I don't want to hear that from you."

Dick tugged his arms around Diana's neck, directing the princess' attention back to him. "Aunty Diana… I really miss you," the little boy said softly and sweetly.

Diana obviously melted at that and cuddled the little boy closer. "Aww, Dickie… I miss you more my little boy~"

Bruce shook his head and caught sight of two gaping reporters as he does so, it was only then that he remembered that- oh, yes- they do have other guests. He shook his head again; sometimes, Diana really has a way on garnering everyone's attention to her once she entered a room.

"Diana," Bruce voice rumbles in his usual baritone, "may I introduce you to our other guests?"

Diana's head shot up and she looks towards where Bruce is presenting a hand. Her eyes widening barely as her eyes and a certain male reporter met briefly. Bruce noted this reaction and internally groans. Her reaction is a dead giveaway, he thought. She smiles dazzlingly at the two reporters before looking back at Bruce with the same smile. "Well?"

"This is Lois Lane," Bruce introduced the woman first and waited until the two woman shook hands before he introduced the other one, "and this is Clark Kent. They're reporters from the Daily Planet."

"It is a pleasure to meet you both," Diana smiles and she adjusted Dick in her arms as she shook hands with Kent, "I am Diana Prince."

"Likewise," Clark says warmly, yet unsure, "…Ms. Prince."

Diana smiles reassuringly. "Please, just call me Diana."

It went smoothly after that. They all chatted comfortably as they ate, with Diana providing such a warm atmosphere it was impossible not to. Alfred and Diana led the conversation, exchanging stories about Dick and Dick always reacts so cutely whenever they mention something embarrassing. Lois listens with rapt attention and occasionally, she and Diana talks about girly things such as clothes and make- ups (which actually surprises Bruce because he didn't thought that Diana will care for such things). With Bruce's permission, Lois is recording the whole thing. She'll create a separate article about the stories Alfred and Diana was telling− it is the perfect opportunity to get a scoop about the Little Prince of Gotham after all. Mostly, they all talk about politics, the country's economy, the military's active movements and different propagandas− they all seem to agree about the same things which helped the conversation's smooth flow.

Although, Bruce can't help but notice that Clark Kent seems a little out of it…


Surprise was an understatement when Clark saw Wonder Woman enters the room. Diana! What is she doing here? He watches silently as the family interacts with the newly arrived woman. The familiarity, the closeness, and the comfortability they all have with each other… How on earth did they know each other? And since when? The biggest question, of course, was: What's their relationship with each other?

Don't get him wrong, he's glad that he could get to see a familiar face but… as he watches them longer, an irrational jealousy rose within him and conflicted thoughts run through his head. If he wasn't too preoccupied with his thoughts, he would have tackled Diana and pulled Bruce and Dick away from her when they exchange kisses and hugged each other. As such, he could only growl lowly to himself.

Really, this possessiveness is alarming. He has been feeling this way since yesterday, but if he managed to keep himself in -check on the incident, he could do it again tonight.

When their eyes met, he could feel Diana's own surprise showing through, and he couldn't help but smile back at her own dazzling smile.

But damn, Bruce and Diana are pushing his boundaries. The way they interact with each other is grating on his nerves. It wasn't flirting per se, it was something more. Something more that shows how close they are with each other; as if they had been friends for a long, long time and are so familiar with each other. It makes Clark jealousy grew. It doesn't help how motherly Diana acts to Dick. She wipes his mouth if he food around it, she kept ruffling his hair fondly, she kept kissing his plump cheek and forehead in such a loving way… and the stories, it was as if she helped and was there when Dick was growing up since he was a babe. This is the first time he's hearing of this, he wasn't aware how much Diana is involved in this family since…what? Seven years ago?

Clark's eyes widen at that thought. Ah, of course. He wasn't aware because he was barely himself all those years ago.

He looks at Bruce and couldn't deny that warmth seeped into him as he gazes at the beautiful man. Those eyes too… is he really? Clark shook his head and focused back at the conversation on hand, as such he didn't notice those navy blue eyes he had been staring at the whole day were looking back at him.

But then again, one faithful butler was looking over both men with a knowing look. If he wasn't mistaken, and he isn't, those are concern for the blue eyed male reporter in his Master's eyes.

This is going to be one interesting ride, Alfred thought as he sips his drink.


As soon as Lois and Clark were gone, Bruce sat down on a kitchen counter chair and turned Dick to face him as looks down at him sternly.

"I don't want you sliding down those banisters ever again."

Dick's eyes bulged.

"Seconded." Alfred and Diana chorused as they wash the dishes.

Dick's jaw dropped.

"And no buts, no ehs, and no amount of pleading you'll do will ever change my mind."

"It was his fault!" Dick shrieked, desperate to change his father's mind. Bruce cocked an eyebrow. "If he didn't call my name so suddenly then I wouldn't have slipped!"

Bruce sighed. "Dickie, to normal people such as Mr. Kent, your stunts are absolutely dangerous, so of course he'll panic-"

"He isn't a normal person." Dick grouched to himself.

"Excuse me young man, what?"

"He isn't a normal person!" Dick pouted up at his dad. "Surely you know that! You didn't even tell me that you'll be having Superman as your interviewer!"

"That's because I didn't know it was Superman who'll came," Bruce sighs tiredly. "Besides, I need concrete evidence that he is Superman."

Of course his little detective would notice, Bruce felt so proud of his son. But that also explains why he couldn't help glancing at the man every now and then, that's why he felt the same pull towards him with Superman, and that's why he felt elated whenever he catches Kent staring at him− because he is Superman.

"Concrete evidence you say," Diana says as she comes near them, "is this why you asked for this?" She pulls out a small vial where a few strands of black hair can be seen.

"Indeed," Bruce answers, pulling out a handkerchief from his back pocket and opening it to reveal a few strands of hair similar to the ones Diana was holding.

Diana's eyebrow rose. "How did you even get that?"

Bruce smiles mysteriously. "I have my ways."

"What are you going to do with those, Daddy?" Dick asks cutely, cocking his head to one side.

"Some tests," Bruce answers his son vaguely. "And you need to take your bath now."

Dick pouts as he crosses his arms. "You're going down to the Batcave while I took my bath, aren't you?"

Diana gasps and she turns to Bruce quickly. "He knows?! Since when?"

"Since this morning," Alfred answers for Bruce. "Young Master had roamed the manor by himself and accidentally ended up in the Batcave."

Diana laughs as she hugs Dick tightly. "Oh, Dickie…"

"Aunty Diana…" Dick whines, "You're crushing me…or should I say Wonder Woman?"

"How come you didn't figure that out back on the island?"

"I didn't know superheroes existed before," Dick says sweetly, "Besides, back then all of you Amazons looks like a superhero to me."

"We do, don't we?"

Dick and Diana laughs.

"I hate to interrupt but Master Richard does needs to take his bath," Alfred said as he picked the little boy into his arms. "It is getting quiet late; he needs to be in bed soon." Dick pouts but went without protest. Diana kisses him goodnight and promised that they will see each other soon.

Bruce and Diana watches as Alfred carried the little boy upstairs before they went down to the Batcave. As they went down, the Amazon princess couldn't help but ask. "So why the sudden interest in Superman?"

Bruce remained silent. He couldn't tell Diana the real reason why, and he also couldn't tell her that he's having weird feelings around the man. No, sir.

"I'm just doing this to confirm something."

Diana hums, "Confirming what?"

"His identity."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

Diana hums again, obviously knowing there's something more to it but let it slide because she knows that Bruce had answered as truthfully as he can. Besides, she knows Bruce will tell her once he's ready. Bruce, for his part, didn't say anything further because he knows what's going on the princess mind and he was thankful for her. Always will be.

He was starting up his computer and the equipment he'll need as Diana roams around the cave when the Amazon received the alert.

"Wonder Woman speaking." Diana said; all business.

"Wonder Woman," the voice of another billionaire drifted through the coms in Diana's ear. "We need you. Your tracker says that you're in Gotham…? Are you with him?"

Diana glances briefly at Bruce, and he gave a nod. "Yes, I am. Where do I need to go? Do I need to bring him with me?"

With that, Bruce scowls at her.

"Hopefully, no." Sounds of typing on a keyboard was heard on the other end of the com. "You could hear me right, B? WW I need you to go to an island not far from Gotham, since you were the closest one I'm sending you there to help Superman. We had finally cracked where Lex Luthor was storing all his smuggled Kryptonian goods."

Bruce frowns. "You're sending Superman… to a hideout full of his greatest weakness? Green Arrow, could you please explain the logic in that."

"Hey! I am perfectly aware of that but this is not my original idea!" Green Arrow defends himself. "Besides, this is the case Superman had been working on! This is about him, after all. Of course, he'll go! That's also why I'm sending Princess over to help him and why I'm going to ask you to be on standby."

"I'm not part of your so- called 'League.'"

"But you're the closest one besides them."

"And…" a new voice chimes in, "Smarter than them. More badass. More, um, intimidating. You could probably defeat all the bad guys in the base by yourself!"

"Flash," Diana started cloyingly sweet. "Are you implying that Superman and I can't handle those 'bad guys' by ourselves?"

"EEK!" Bruce could imagine the Flash running around in their little mountain in panic. "Err, not that way Princess! I'm just saying how huge an asset it will be if Batman will go there with you!"

Again, Bruce frowns. "I said I am not part of your League so I am not going."

"You could join right at this moment."

"No."

There was a sound of someone hitting someone and a new female voice floated through the coms. "Ignore them, Batman. All we're asking you is to be on standby, please. You'll never know what will happen."

Diana sent a pleading look at Bruce and the man sighed in defeat. "Okay, I will Black Canary."

"Thank you. I'll send the coordinates soon, be careful both of you okay?"

"We will," Diana says.

Before the coms end, a deep, confused voice was heard. "You know the big, bad bat of Gotham that you were telling me before?"

There was a beep, and the other line went silent.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at Diana. "I presume that was Martian Manhunter?"

Diana smiles; obviously finding it amusing how Bruce ignored how the Martian implied that they were telling stories about him. "Yes, I need to go now Bruce. See you later or not."

Bruce nods and threw a red stick at her. "You know how to call me."

Diana, now dressed as Wonder Woman, caught the stick and smiles. She saluted at Bruce before she flew off the cave.


On the way back to Metropolis, Lois was gushing over how adorable Dick and Bruce were. But, she's now the one who is driving, because even though whatever demon that possessed Smallville earlier was gone she still doesn't trust him to drive normally. Luckily, she didn't because Clark is in such a bad mood.

"Oh, and Diana! Did you see how they interact with one another?" Lois gushed. "It was so natural! It's like they've been together their whole lives! I wonder who Diana is and what her relationship with the Wayne's really is. She couldn't be Dick's mother right?"

Clark knew it was meant to be a joke but with his sour mood it didn't strike him as such. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Impossible. Miss Diana Prince is in a relationship with Steve Trevor. As far as I know they haven't broke up yet. If she was cheating on him with Mr. Wayne then they all should be scandalized when they were together earlier seeing as we're both journalists."

Lois frowns at him and pouts. "I know that, it was meant to be a joke. Geez, lighten up silly, what's gotten you all so dour?" Her eyes widen suddenly in realization. "Wait, she's the famous Amazon Princess?! Oh my gosh, how come I didn't realize that immediately!"

Lois continues to babble on and Clark wasn't really listening to her. He presses his head in the cool pane of the car's window and look out at the sky. At the moon, once again.

"Mr. Wayne let me in on a little secret of his," Lois gushes and Clark grunts to tell her he's listening. "He said that he met Dick's mother on Italy."

That got Clark's full attention. "He did?"

"Yup!" As Lois babbles on more, Clark thought's drifted away once again. That's too much of a coincidence…

"Why do you think Bruce decided to be honest with us? Do you think it has something to do because he owns a majority of Daily Planet?"

Clark was glad he wasn't the one who's driving because he might have jerked the steering wheel off its hinges. "I'm sorry, what was that? Mr. Wayne owns the Daily Planet?"

"What?! You didn't know?!" Lois stared at him with disbelief. "Smallville he's our boss, boss! Don't tell me you also don't know that he owns the building where your apartment is?"

As Clark processed this news, his com beeps and he mechanically answered it. "Superman here, what is it?"

"Superman!" Green Arrow crowed. "We finally found out where Lex Luthor is hiding his kryptonites! Plus, based on your tracker you're pretty near! I'll send the coordinates to you and also someone to help you got it?"

"Got it." A mission, yes that's exactly what Clark needs to distract himself. "Lois I have to go."

"Yeah, sure," Lois said and she parked to the side of the road so Clark could get off. Thankfully, they were still near the Wayne's Manor which is pretty far from the heart of the city. "Be careful!"

Clark smiles at her as he unbuttoned his polo to reveal his costume underneath. "You too, goodbye!"

With that, Superman took off to the sky he has been staring so much.