INTERESTING
DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE.
Superman sat atop a roof of one of Metropolis's throng of skyscrapers eating his lunch: a hot dog with all the fixings, large order of fries, and churros all in a grease-stained paper bag. He chewed thoughtfully on the mouthful of deliciousness.
He stared out at the skyline backdropped against the azure afternoon sky with appreciative wonder. His mind meandered to the peculiar assignment he'd received from Mr. White. He retrieved his phone from the hidden pocket on his suit and pulled up Bruce's number. He tapped the message icon.
'I was handed an interesting assignment at work today.' He sent, almost giddy to see Batman's answer. The reply was quick. Well that was something.
'I don't have time to talk work. I'm building some custom weaponry.' Clark raised an eyebrow, grin slowly forming.
He took a slurp of his soda before composing his message: 'The assignment is an article about Wayne Enterprises buying illegal black-market Kryptonite.' The answer was slower this time giving him time to scarf down a handful of fries and two large bites of his hot dog. He picked up his phone when it beeped.
He rolled his eyes at the reply: 'Whaaat? Those are crazy rumors I assure you. I don't' even know what I—we would do with that!'
Superman pursed his lips. Mm-hm. Rumors, yeah right. 'Sooo, what's the custom weaponry you said you're making?' He grinned smugly, imagining Bruce thinking up a believable lie.
Seconds later he received a reply: 'Just a special Batarang made from a substance I found just lying around. Probably nothing special. Just a really cool looking Batarang.'
He squinted at the message. Well, that was a total lie. 'This substance wouldn't happen to be green would it?' He pressed send, waiting for barely a breath before his phone beeped.
'Noooo. Definitely not…no.'
Superman rolled his eyes again. He might as well finish his hot dog and resign himself to Bruce having a batarang made of pure kryptonite.
DONE