Hey guys, I was just wondering if you are enjoying this so far? I do have more plans for it but for now, this is all I want to write. Are the chapters long enough or would you prefer them longer? Would you ever like to see some smut? Just let me know. Also, I changed this chapter so much because I couldn't decide how I wanted to start it. XD

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"I think the black-tie looks better," I say as I lay on my stomach as I watch Clark raise two ties up, one black and one navy blue. He puts the navy tie back into his bag and then wraps the black tie around his neck while looking in the mirror. While he was getting ready in his suit, I lay on the bed in his shirt from yesterday and my underwear. I did have to get ready soon for when my Dad came to get me, but for now, I was going to lay here and admire the man in front of me.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready?" Clark asks me as he turns to smirk at me. I look up at him and with a smirk of my own, I shake my head.

"I have time," I reply as I get up to sit with my legs bent either side of me. "Can't I be a little lazy?" I ask as Clark walks over to me. He leans down to me and puts his hands either side of my legs while his face stops a few inches from my own. His eyes look over the lenses of his glasses at me. I bite my bottom lip as his eyes roam over me and then his hand comes to cup my face; I lean into the warmth of his palm and a gentle smile raises on my lips.

"You're beautiful." His words were quickly followed by his lips being pressed against my own. I return his kisses as he leans more towards me. I reach my hands up to brush them through his hair and tug at the ends at the back of his head and this gains me a groan from his mouth. He pulls away for a moment while he looks into my eyes. "Do that and I'll miss my train." He chuckles. I look at my wrist as though I had a watch there.

"By my time, we have all the time in the world," I tell him and his chest rumbles with his laughter as he looks down. His lips still holding a smile as he looks back up to me.

"I wish we did, I wouldn't leave you for a second." He replies and I feel a slight flutter in my chest from his words. I push myself up to be resting on my knees, which made Clark stand back up but he still leant down to me as I kept my arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. We continue this way for another few moments before Clark lets out a groan, grabbing my waist he lifts me up and crawls along the bed to place me back so my head rested on the pillows. His hands then reach up and begin to unbutton his shirt that I was wearing.

"What about your train?" I ask as I pull away from him. He slides his hands up my sides and the sudden lustful stare he gives me before his lips go down to my throat.

Definitely going to miss his train.


When Clark had left this morning, I decided to have a shower but when I came out I realised that I didn't have anything to wear besides the clothes from yesterday. But I couldn't wear these because they were dirty from when Bruce and I were walking in the gardens and I had fallen over so there was dirt running all up to the thigh of my trousers. I could use Clark's shirt but that still didn't solve my problem with underwear or trousers.

"Hey I was wondering- I'm walking back out." Bruce looks back to the ground as he closes the door again after seeing me standing there in just a towel holding Clark's shirt in my hand. I fall onto the bed in embarrassment as I grab a pillow and cover my bright red face with it. "I was wondering if you needed some clothes." I hear Bruce's voice come from the other side of the door. I throw the pillow back on the bed before walking over to the door.

Hiding my towel covered body behind the door and open it to see Bruce stood there with his hand rubbing the back of his neck and a bag in his other hand. When I looked up to his face and noticed the cut that started at his jaw and up his right cheek.

"What happened?" The concern for him seeing me in a towel seemed to slip from my thoughts as I reached up to the cut on his face. He gentles takes my hand away from his face smiles down at me.

"Nothing, just cut myself shaving." He assures me but I still had a worrying feeling going through me. I cross my arms over my chest and take hold of the edges of my towel to keep it around myself. "I brought you these, I knew you would new clothes and went out and got you something." He holds out the bag for me to take.

"Bruce, you really didn't need to do this. I would've just asked my Dad to bring clothes with him." I say as I step back into the room.

"About that, he wanted me to pass on a message," Bruce tells me and I freeze for a moment. "I'm going to take you to a studio in downtown Gotham, he says that you'll love what he has signed you up for." His smile was gentle before he told me to meet him in the kitchen once I was ready.

When I was ready, I was wearing a white t-shirt, grey jeans and a fresh pair of underwear. I was grateful for Bruce doing this but I still wondered where he got these at this time. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen to find Bruce and Alfred speaking about Bruce's plans for the day.

"Good morning, Miss Jason." Alfred greets me and Bruce looks up at me and there was the same look that he had given me yesterday in the gardens.

"Morning, Alfred," I reply as I walk over and he holds out a cup of coffee for me and I gladly accept. I take a sip and feel the slight buzz as the hot liquid slid down my throat and then pooling in my stomach.

"Your clothes are fine, I presume?" Bruce asks before he drinks from his own mug and looks up at me. I nod my head and smile at him.

"Yeah, thanks again by the way. You really didn't need to do this." I reply and he shakes his head as he lowers his mug down.

"Don't be silly. As long as you're here you will have anything you need." He smiles at me and I feel a small heat rise in my cheeks. What the heck happening here?

For the rest of the morning, Bruce and I spoke about today's plans; which consisted of first going to this surprise sign up that my Father has arranged and then he would take me out on the streets of Gotham so I can take images with my camera and get to see what the city offers when it's not being terrorised by villains.

We were sat in the back of the car as Alfred began to drive us towards downtown Gotham. I sat in the new clothes that Bruce had generously got me and my black coat with the little converse that I had worn yesterday.

"I've just thought, where is Richard today? I haven't seen him all morning." I ask as I remember the young boy that had been around me yesterday.

"School, can't have him slipping with his grades," Bruce replies as he looks down at me. That's right he would've been at school early in the morning. So glad I don't have the pleasure of that anymore. I nod my head and look back out of the window again, watching as we drove past all the people rushing to work or just out and about. "Can I ask you something?" Bruce's voice draws me back into the car as I turn to look at him again.

"Sure," I reply and put my hands in my lap.

"What's your relationship with Clark?" He took a moment before he asked his question. His eyes staying ahead of him. His jaw was slightly clenched and he didn't once look down at me as I don't answer straight away; because I'm slightly confused why he is suddenly asking about my relationship with Clark.

"We're together," I reply and keep it short as I'm still cautious about why he is asking in the first place.

"Does your Father know?" And there it was.

"He'll know when I want him to. He won't accept me with him but... I love him, I'm not going to seek the approval of someone I love." I tell him and I don't regret a single word. But when he looked down at me with his icy blue orbs, something inside of me turned at the thought.

"If you love as much as you say then surely telling your Father shouldn't be an issue."


"What do you mean she's alive?"

"This is the source to the city going dark. It's a split in our universe and theirs."

"But in that one she's still alive."

The pair look at one another. One knew what he wanted to do, but the other questioned what he would have to stop him from doing.