Hours later Chloe was the last to wake up; she frowned before opening her eyes. The usual warmth of Bruce's body beside her wasn't there. She groaned and opened her pretty green eyes.It was still pitch black and the moonlight tried-and failed- to pierce through the thick curtains.

Chloe stood up and felt her way to the light switch. In a flash the room was lit and she saw that Bruce wasn't anywhere in the room. The light hurt her eyes so she flicked it off; blindingly she shoved her feet into her comfy slippers and slipped downstairs. "Bruce?" she whispered, but even that was loud in the quiet kitchen. Still she searched for him, in the library and the living room. After 10 minutes she gave up and headed upstairs.

But not before she creeped down to his office and opened the door. She popped her head into the room but didn't turn on the light, "Bruce?" she whispered loudly. Nothing answered she huffed and stepped inside. If he's playing a game I'm going to be so mad. She felt her way along the walls and turned on a small lamp. Blinking several times she got used to the light. Casually she stirred papers on his desk and frowned.

Nothing juicy here, thought the reporter side of her.

She was about to leave when she passed the grandfather clock. It had teased her countless times, and this time she stuck her tongue out at it. The clocks face stared back and she noticed once again the time was wrong. Her ankles were cold as a sudden draft grasped her feet.

Chloe shivered and backed away, the clock slid away from the wall and she jumped. It was an inch or two away from the wall and cold air flooded into the room. Curiosity outshone fear and she stuck her thin fingers through the slits and pulled. It was heavier than she expected but nonetheless she had managed to open it enough to reveal a staircase.

Oh my God. The staircase was made of rock and the air inside smelled slightly like sulfur and crude minerals. She bit her lip and stepped down, into the darkness.

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Batman sat at his computer and sighed. He was suppose to be researching possible sites that the Joker would hit but his thoughts wandered back to Chloe. He pulled of his mask and ran his fingers through his hair. He still couldn't believe that he had asked her to move in.

It was so unlike him that he panicked, something he did rarely. She had said no and it stung him, what had he expected? That she would agree to it, the idea had been stupid but hey he had tried his best. It was getting late and he should be getting back to her, in a few hours she would be awake and they'd talk everything out. He still fought about telling her of his double life as Batman. Bruce hasn't decided yet, he was so afraid to loose her.

His expression softened remembering the look on her face when he had confessed he was in love with her. He got up and turned around, his eyes landed on an intruder and his heart dropped. Panick, fear, anger, and sadness flooded him.

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Chloe felt as if she'd been stabbed. Her eyes locked onto his and she recalled the night he had saved her. His bright blue eyes were wide with shock, and her eyes drifted to the mask in his hand.

"That's why you seemed so familiar" she whispered. Tears flooded her eyes and she let them fall. With all her heart she wished Clark were here. Bruce/Batman made his way to her, she let out a sob as he grabbed her wrists. Her fists pounded weakly against his strong chest and she collapsed on her knees, bringing him down with her.

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Clark raced to Gotham, in the pit of his stomach he knew something bad was happening to Chloe. That made him run even faster he was a whirlwind of anger and frustration. He found the Wayne Manor and burst in, in seconds he had searched the house and found the Batcave. There he found Chloe crying on the floor, with Bruce at her side trying to comfort her, he smoothed her hair with his hands and Clark saw Chloe shivered. She doesn't want you to touch her! He fumed, after all this was his friend, he knew her well enough to read her mind, body and face.

Shoving Bruce aside, he scooped her up ignoring him.

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Chloe was only half aware that it was Clark who cradled her like a child. She smiled a tiny bit at this he was here. She melted against him breathing in his familiar scent. He knew her better than anyone he'd comfort her. Somehow she managed to tell him which room was hers and he laid her down on the bed. She looked up at him; he squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek. Tingles spread through her body gently lifting her up to reality, with reality came the pain. She muffled her cries by biting her lip.

His hands wrapped around her neck and she shivered at his touch. Clark kissed her so softly on her lips she wondered if she had imagined it. When he stroked her hair and mumbled sweet words into her ear, she let sleep take over.

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Clark watched her sleeping form and he tried hard not to cry. She was so helpless, he could have told her and prevented this heartache but he had kept his promise to Bruce. Chloe was breathing normally now and he wiped away the salty tears on her cheeks. Now he had to take care of Bruce. The name made him boil over with anger, he closed the door to her room and stomped downstairs.

An old man dressed in a butler suit appeared at the end of the stairs. "I'm Alfred. How is she?" he asked in a voice softened by years of living in a quiet house. "She's asleep. Where's Bruce?" he asked in a tight voice.

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