I'm trying to bring some conflict into the story, so bear with me, please. :s

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The rest of the day I spent it with Bruce until my Dad called and asked if I could stay the night as something had gone missing from his work documents and he had to question all of his employees what had happened. Or something akong those lines; I tend to try and stay out of those parts of his business. Even when he sent me to get a degree in business, I still didn't want to help out with the company because I didn't feel as though it was what I wanted to do.

A.k.a he enjoyed the fact that I would still around Bruce.

"I'll stay but please don't let me get in your way," I tell Bruce as he gets off the phone with my Dad.

"You make it out as though this is going to ruin my house." He chuckles as he walks over to me and puts his hands on my arms. "Don't worry about it, okay?" He assures me and then he holds my hand as he leads out of the living room towards the kitchen, where Alfred was busying himself over the shove and Dick was sat at the table with a shatter of books as he concentrated on writing in one of them.

"Isle, you're still here?" Dick pops his head up and smiles as he sees us walk in.

"She'll be staying tonight," Bruce answers before I had the chance to even open my mouth. I release my hand from Bruce's grasp and move over to sit with Dick as I look at what he is doing.

"I presume that I'll need to prepare a guest room for you, Isle?" Alfred's voice causes me to look up and shake my head.

"No that won't be necessary,Alfred. I'll be fine." I try to stop him from thinking he has to do anything for me, he has enough with taking care of Bruce and Dick.

"Nonsense, I will prepare you a room after dinner." He argues and looks at me as though I have no say in the matter about it. I look at Bruce for help but he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head as though he couldn't do anything to try and stop Alfred.

And so, for the rest of the night I spent it with Bruce, Richard and Alfred. Whether it was Dick challenging me to a game on his console or Alfred sharing stories about a much younger Bruce or the moments when Bruce and I were left alone and I would catch the look in his eye from the gardens when I had pulled away. Through it all, I found myself slipping away from the worries of why Clark had ran away from me earlier today or where he went after he had. That was until he showed up at the manor.

"Clark?" I gasp as I make my way to the front door where Alfred had answered it and there Clark stood with a desperate look on his face.

"Isle?" He asks just as confused as to seeing me as I was to see him. "What are you doing here?" He steps inside as Alfred ushered him in and closed the door behind him; before disappearing from this tense situation.

"I could ask you the same thing and why did you run off earlier? Oh and where did you run off to?" I throw my questions at him as I crossed my arms over my chest as I felt everything bubble up again inside. The worry, frustration and overall panic at what he did earlier.

"Look, I'm sorry about all of that. I... I can explain everything." His voice held a tone of worry but slight guilt as his eyes plead with my own but I didn't know what to say. "But this isn't the right time or place to do that. I just... I need you to trust me." He begs as he steps forward again and holds my face in his hand; just as Bruce had done. I pushed that thought away as I focused on the man in front of me.

"If you really wanted me to trust you then you wouldn't be hiding whatever it is from me." I reach up and take his hand away from my face but keep hold of it by my side. He looks down and his glasses slide slightly down his nose. "But, if you really can't tell me right now... I'm going to have to suck it up for a while." I assure him and he looks at me before smiling and sighing in relief.

"I really don't deserve you sometimes." His smile grows and my own lips pull into a soft smile of my own before he lent down and kissed me.

"Pardon me for intruding," We pull apart at the sound of Bruce's voice breaking through the air as I turn my head to see him standing there. "I didn't realise we were having more guests." I notice the look again on Bruce's face was the same when he looked at me. As though he had seen a wounded puppy or a crying child.

"Bruce. Sorry. I would've called first but," Clark gestures to me as he puts an arm around my waist. "I was worried sick about Isle and I felt as though it was only right to apologise for my actions earlier today." He continues as he looks at Bruce. The sudden tension I could feel around these two could have crushed my ribs. What was going on here?

"Wait, how do you know Bruce?" I ask as I look up to Clark as he looks down at me. He opens his mouth to say something but the words fail him and he closes his mouth again.

"Former friends." Bruce replies and I notice the way his voice held a dead tone as he spoke. Was there bad history with these two? "But seems as you're here. Make yourself at home, I have business to go take care of." The two shared a look before Bruce disappeared and left me and Clark alone again.

It was getting late and Alfred had led me to where my guest room was; with Clark a few steps behind us. He left the offer of help if needed and the invitation for Clark to stay the night as well.

"Thanks Al." He smiles before the lovely old man left us to it.

I walk into the bedroom and was amazed once again today at the beauty of this room. A kings sized bed rest against the far wall and the decor in the room gave me a home sort of feeling.

"So, how do you know Bruce?" I ask out of the blue as I make my way to the bed and sit on the edge. Wow this is so soft.

"We met a few years ago, I interviewed him here and there and we just saw one another as friends. Haven't spoke in a while though." Clark had a far off look on his face as though he were trying to remember the times he had met him before. But he soon shook it off and made his way over to me and sat to my right. "Nothing of importance." He smiles at me. I return his smile for a moment before he leans down and presses his lips to my own again. Moving slowly he reached up and cupped my face in his hand before leading me down onto the soft mattress as he hovered over. I quickly put my hand on his chest before pushing him away gently.

"Clark, in Bruce's home?" I ask him and he smirks down at me.

"He did say make yourself at home." He replies and I shake my head at him before I pulled him back down to me.

(Third Person)*

Bruce returned from his long night out on Gotham city streets. He stood from the batmobile and made his way over to the computer and where Alfred waited to greet him.

"Everything went well, I hope?" He asks him and Bruce nods his head before sitting down but flinching as he did so. "Sir, what's wrong?" Alfred didn't attempt to hide the worry in him as he stepped forward and helped the young master remove his cape and pull at the upper part of the suit to reveal the numerous amounts of bruises on Bruce's back. "My word, what happened?"

"Nothing I'm fine." Bruce winces as he trances over one of the bruises that rounded his side. "Just bit off a little more than I could chew." He sits back down on a stool as Alfred went to work on stitching an open wound on his arm. "Is Isle asleep?" Bruce asks as once again he finds her drifting into his thoughts.

"Her and Mister Kent retired to their bed chambers quite some hours ago." At those words, Alfred looked up to see Bruce's jaw clench and his eyes look away. "As much as I like seeing you around someone that makes you smile again Bruce, she is smitten by the man. It's best to leave her out of harms way." He tells Bruce but this still did not ease his mind.

Again Bruce knew that saying yes to meeting her would complicate things not only for himself but for everyone around him. He had been selfish today in the gardens with her; thinking it would be okay for to try and lean to her and maybe in hopes that she would lean towards him. But he knew it was only a fruitless venture he couldn't have. But again...

This wouldn't stop him from going for what he desired.