Hello there everyone! Here's the newest chapter to my story, enjoy! I don't own anything!
Bruce sat in front of the computer at the Watchtower. She hadn't said a word to anyone for a couple hours; since they had gotten back from the sorcerer's. Bruce had set her hopes too high and had crashed down hard when the spell hadn't worked. She decided to do her own research to busy herself; she knew that she should probably get back to Gotham so she could come up with a good reason for her new self to run Wayne Enterprises. Maybe she could pull off the whole "cousin" story and tell everyone that Bruce had suddenly gotten sick and asked her to step in? Would that even work? Bruce let out a frustrated sigh and scrubbed her face with both hands.
She suddenly realized how tired she was, she hadn't slept in four days. With a growl Bruce slammed her arm onto the table and her head followed soon after.
"Hey, Bats," A cheerful voice called from behind her.
"Go away, Flash," Bruce sighed, she was close to tears.
"I was just coming to see how it was going," Flash answered innocently and sat on the table next to Bruce's lowered head.
"How it's going?" Bruce snapped her head up and glared at Wally, "Last time I checked I was still a girl, I have a multi-billion dollar company that needs to be run, Joker knows about my current situation, and I'm still FEELING!" A single tear rolled down Bruce's cheek but she slammed her head back down onto her arm before the Scarlet Speedster was able to see it.
"Hey," Flash said and placed a comforting hand on Bruce's shoulder, "It's going to be alright."
"How do you know?" Bruce snapped but refused to meet Wally's eyes.
"Because, someone here should have a little optimism," Flash shrugged, "And it sure aint going to be you Sour Puss."
Bruce cracked a small smile, "Thanks Flash,"
"Have you talked to him yet?" Flash asked, they both knew who Wally was talking about; Clark.
Bruce sighed and shook her head before lifting herself off of the desk and leaning back in her chair, "I don't think I can, Wally."
Wally gave Bruce a sour look, "You have to!"
"Wally, that isn't something you can just drop on someone!" Bruce growled, "Why do you care so much anyway?"
"Well," Wally cleared his throat, "I may have a bet going on with GL, but that's not the point."
Bruce's eyes narrowed at the Speedster, "How many people have you told about my feelings for Clark?"
"Um…" Wally suddenly looked nervous, "Everyone?"
Bruce stood up and threw out her fist; it connected with Wally's jaw with enough force to throw him over the table. He crashed onto the floor, hard.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Bruce shrieked and stalked closer to Wally, her hands clenched into fists.
"You know how I am," Wally pulled himself up and held his hands up in defense, "I can never keep my mouth shut."
Bruce threw another punch, which connected with the other side of Wally's jaw, causing the speedster to stumble back a few steps, "Wally I could kill you right now!" Bruce screamed in anger and stepped closer to Flash again.
"Bruce, please!" Flash spat out some blood on the floor, "I didn't mean to!"
"No Wally," Bruce was seething, "I could really do it; I could kill you and make it look like an accident. I am the world's greatest detective."
"It's not my fault you're not man enough to admit your feelings to Clark," Flash yelled before he could stop himself.
Bruce picked up the closest thing, which happened to be the computer, and hurled it at Flash's head. Flash let out a surprised yelp and disappeared in a gust of wind out the door, completely missing the Kryptonian that was standing outside.
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Bruce Wayne strut into Wayne Enterprises. Of course no one knew that it was Bruce Wayne, they just saw an attractive young woman in an expensive business suit.
"Name?" The lady at the receptionist desk asked.
"Brianna Wayne," Bruce lied expertly, "I'm here to see Lucius Fox on behalf of my cousin, Bruce."
The woman looked Bruce up and down before nodding towards an elevator to the side. Bruce nodded in a silent thank you before making her way into the elevator. She hit the button and waited the long trek up to Lucius's office. When she finally made it to the correct floor, she strode out of the elevator, only wavering slightly in her heels, before finding herself standing in front of Lucius Fox's office door. She knocked lightly and waited for a response.
"Come in," A rough voice replied.
Bruce slowly opened the door and peered in, Lucius Fox was seated behind his desk looking absolutely worn out. He was just hanging up the phone when Bruce closed the door.
"Hello, Lucius," Bruce said shyly and gave a shy smile.
"Damn, Bruce, Alfred called me earlier saying that something wasn't right but I didn't really believe him," Lucius scrubbed at his face and sighed.
"Yeah, I've been dealing with some… personal… stuff," Bruce answered slowly, choosing her words carefully.
Lucius nodded respectfully, "Well, as usual, I have all the paperwork set; I can send some to your office if you would like but it isn't necessary. All you need to do is hang out in your office and show up at a couple of meetings representing… yourself…"
"Right," Bruce smile warmed, she was lucky to have Lucius to help her out, "I will be in my office, text me if you need me."
Bruce spun on her heels and made her way to her own office.
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Bruce carefully lowered another pencil onto her construction. She had managed to build a scale model of Wayne Enterprises with the pencils she found in the drawer of her desk, and seriously why did she have so many damn pencils? She swept her arm over the desk top in a huff, sending all the pencils to crash to the floor. Bruce searched the office for something to do when her eyes landed on her computer. Hm… Bruce wondered how far she could hack into the security system. With a sinister chuckle she started to get to work.
Bruce was almost completely into the system when there was a tap on the window behind her. She screamed and almost threw the computer. She glared at the window heavily, like she could strike it down with one gaze, but her glare softened when she saw who was outside the window; Superman. She gulped down a lump in her throat and made her way to the window where the Man of Steel was hovering. With the flick of a wrist the window was un-locked and opened enough for Clark to float inside. Bruce shut the window and re-locked it she then made her way over to the door, which she also locked.
"Clark," She said in surprise as she finally faced the floating Kryptonian in the middle of the room, "What are you doing here?"
"Wally," The Kryptonian replied.
The name caused Bruce's blood to run cold, "Oh yeah? What'd the idiot do now?"
"I heard you two talking in the computer room," Superman said sternly.
"That was just… uh… um… I don't have a good excuse…" Bruce's cheeks flushed as she avoided Superman's gaze.
"So I went to go talk to Wally after you left and he spilt everything," Superman landed softly on the floor.
"Did he now?" Bruce was already planning Wally's murder in her head.
"Is it true?" Clark stepped forward slowly; he and Bruce were only a foot away from each other.
Bruce refused to meet Superman's eyes, "Would you believe me if I told you 'no'?"
"No," Superman scoffed.
Bruce expected a punch, or a slap, a shove of disgust, she half-way expected Superman to melt her brains out with his heat vision, but when she finally looked up she met soft eyes. They stared at each other for a couple moments; a light blush settled into both heroes faces.
"Clark," Bruce sighed and looked away from the Man of Steel, the clouds outside the window suddenly looked very interesting, "I don't know if what I'm feeling… is actually my own feelings."
Clark just studied Bruce; honestly he was a little confused himself. Superman had never looked at Batman as more than just a hero, and sometimes not even a hero because of his seeming selfish actions and his inability to get along with others, but now that Bruce was a girl everything was different. Bruce was more open and actually let Clark get to know him, even if it was just a tiny bit of information; it was still more then he knew about Batman, or Batwoman, in his entire life. Clark had to keep reminding himself that Bruce was a guy and if he opened that door and stepped through there would be no going back. He hoped Bruce knew that too, but what if Bruce was right and this was all just another side effect.
Superman had to know for sure. "Okay," the word sounded way too loud for the completely silent room.
Bruce looked up at Clark again, her eyes searching. "I'm willing to risk it if you are."
A smile touched Clark's lips, his hand cupped Bruce's cheek. The young woman leaned into the touch. Clark leant down and hesitantly pressed soft lips to Bruce's own. "I'm willing to risk anything for you." The Man of Steel whispered softly.
So there's the chapter, hope you guys liked it! Comments are definitely welcomed!