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Metropolis, The Lane Compound.
Deep in the heart of Metropolis lays the land compound. The seat of power for the eastern seaboard's criminal families. And then there's me. Bruce fucking Wayne the dark knight of Gotham's, wiping off my dick that was just inside the 'prima donna' of that seat. If it wasn't for the power this act forwarded me I'd would have choked her to death during our first meeting.
Clark was lucky to get out of doing this job. At least he had a reason to not fuck her. Death by sex doesn't sound all that appealing to anyone… Save probably Joker… He'd enjoy it… Damn I miss his crazy pale ass. Too bad he wanted to stop my business. Rip Joker… You were the best dick a criminal could ask for...
"Bruce…."
Bruce let out a deep sigh.
"Why did she have to ruin everything by speaking?" he thought.
He waited for a few moments praying that she'd just go back to sleep and leave him to his thoughts. When she didn't and called out to him again he finally answered her.
"Yes Lois…"
"You are a mile away my love," she purred as she racked her cheap claw like nails against Bruce's chest.
Bruce winced at the fact she called him 'my love'.
"I am right here," Bruce replied as he placed his hand over hers.
Lois propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at Bruce's face. He was looking out into the sunrise peeking over the horizon. She used her free hand to try and pull his face towards her, but his head didn't move. She scoffed as Bruce ignored her.
"That fucking farm boy," she hissed. "You didn't come here because you wanted to…"
You know the game Bruce. Keep her old ass away from Clark and he'll continue to play your game. He hates her. The further away from her he is the happier he'll be...
Bruce mumbled something under his breath before he pushed Lois off of him.
"Everything doesn't have to do with your husband," Bruce said as he emphasized the word 'your husband'.
Lois looked up at Bruce with anger in her eyes .
"When you are his errand boy…" she scoffed.
Bruce pulled up his pajama bottoms and looked back towards Lois. He didn't say a word. He merely scowled at her before leaving her in her bed.
"Errand boy," Bruce thought to himself. "If she only knew…"
Walking down the grand staircase he made his way to the kitchen. A fresh pot of coffee was waiting for him. One of the benefits of having enough servants to wipe your ass. Pouring himself a cup he took a long sip. A part of him knew leaving Lois so abruptly was only going to make his morning ten times more difficult.
Buzz, buzz…
Bruce pulled out his phone from his bottom's pocket.
Missed call…
He stared at Clark's chosen name on his phone. Over the top much? Bruce couldn't help but find it amusing that out of all the names Clark could have chosen, he picked the most obviously overcompensating name he could have chosen. Yet he wears it with great pride. It probably kept others on toes. Everyone underestimated him… Amusingly enough, Bruce knew the longer he kept Clark waiting the more likely he'd push him beyond the breaking point At least for this early in the morning.
Missed call….
"BRUCE NO ONE EVER WALKS AWAY FROM ME!" Bruce heard Lois shrill voice coming from her bedroom.
He couldn't help but smirk. Lois always had the best timing. How do you piss off your boss first thing in the morning? Answer his phone call at the exact time his hateful 'wife' is on one of her tyrand... Killing him softly with her voice.
"Gotta make sure the boss man starts off his day right," he thought to himself as he finally picked up the phone.
As he pressed the button to redial Clark, Lois came storming into the kitchen cussing up a storm. Bruce lifted one of his fingers to his mouth.
"Shh,"
"Oh no you don't…" she started to reply as Bruce continued to ignore Lois.
"Good morning Clark…" Bruce said. "Sorry I missed your call…."
Lois tried to scrunch up her face but her face was no longer capable of doing so. All the plastic surgeries and botox.
"Call be back later," Clark said in a hurry.
"And a good morning to you too Clark," he laughed. "You're the one who called me first…"
"I've got company…" Clark continued.
"Company!?" Lois hissed softly as she tried to reach for Bruce's phone. "Who the fuck is in my house!"
Bruce swatted her hand away and continued speaking. Lois's eyes grew wide as Bruce gave her a stern glance.
"You know while I was balls deep in your wife when you called…." Bruce continued as he ignored Lois's interjection.
Clark made an audible gagging sound.
"I'd rather not have that image in my head right now," Clark replied.
"Why not?" Bruce asked with a hint of sarcasm. "I mean wasn't the clay woman more than enough too…"
Bruce watched the steam pour out of Lois's ears as she heard him bring up the woman that her husband had been with. She mouthed 'Clay woman…'
"Tread carefully Bruce," Clark ordered.
"Yes," Lois added folding her arms across her chest. "Tread very carefully…"
"I mean, when was the last time you had sex Clark?" Bruce asked again ignoring both parties listening to him. "Lois doesn't count because you still had to finish in the shower…"
Lois went in for a slap but Bruce dodged it. Catching her hand with his free hand.
"I finished him off…." she hissed loudly. "He's never faked with me… I've been the only one who could…"
Bruce rolled his eyes, "Sure Jan…."
He knew Clark all too well. He'd never let himself enjoy sex with her. He figured Clark probably couldn't. It's not like he had a Selina or Joker on the side who made time with her more… tolerable. She brought her way into her position as Clark's life. No more, no less.
"Lois leave," Clark ordered through the phone.
Bruce placed his phone on the countertop and took another sip of his coffee. He looked at Lois through the steam of his coffee.
"Your move," he mouthed to her.
Lois was furious.
"This is my house!" she hissed. "You can't tell me to leave my own damn house…."
"Try me…" Clark bellowed back.
"Oh like the whore you have in your bed?!"
"There is no one in my bed," Clark replied. "And if there was it is of no concern of yours."
"Yes it is…"
"I let you sleep with Bruce," Clark snapped. "You should be thanking me for sending him over."
Lois hissed, "You know what I'm coming over there right now…"
"Come here and I will kill you personally," he growled back.
The tone of Clark's voice peaked Bruce's interest. He he never audibly said he'd kill her. He made a deal with the General and Clark was a man of his word. Was he trying to shield the clay woman from Lois? Lois was a pain, a pain with superpowers daddy paid for. Bruce raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe she could be useful after all," Bruce thought.
"You can't kill me," she replied. "You need me…"
"Need you…" Clark growled.
He was getting pissed. This situation needed to be deescalated quickly. Placing his cup on the counter Bruce put on the charm.
"Lois baby leave us for a few," Bruce said as he finished his coffee.
"You can't take his side on this," she said. "I am his wife!"
"One who sleeps with his best friend," Bruce replied.
Lois rolled her eyes.
"He is mine…"
Bruce walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Let him have his fun…" Bruce said as he placed a kiss a top her head. "It's only fair…"
Faking affection towards her became easier over time. Bruce knew all the right buttons to press to get her to back down. But the effect that this clay woman had on Clark was interesting. She might be capable of ridding all of them of this hateful cow once and for all.
"Fine, but you owe me Bruce," she replied as she folded into his embrace.
After a few moments Lois walked out of the room. As she walked passed Bruce's phone she made sure to yell 'cunt' as went.
Finally alone Bruce needed to observe the situation that this clay woman placed them in. The puppet master still needed to test his strings. If the woman made his job easier than she would be a welcome part of the family, but if she turned out to be another Lois… She would need to be dealt with quickly.
Bruce waited until Lois was out of ear shot before he started his probe into Clark's emotional state.
"So…."
"You know you could have called me after you left her house," Clark said interrupting Bruce. "Diana is still asleep, you could have woken her with your foolish games."
"So its Diana now," Bruce replied.
"Your point?"
Bruce laughed, "It means you are now on a first name basis with her..."
Through the phone Bruce heard the moan of a woman. There was something animalistic about her voice.
"Damn she sounds hot…" Bruce grunted.
Clark didn't reply. Bruce knew he was avoiding answering his sexualized tone of voice. This meant Clark probably hadn't slept with her yet. He probably had some level of respect for her. A feat few have ever achieved. From what Bruce knew about Clark's people trust was earned through combat. They must have fought again after he left.
"So how was she?" Bruce asked as he lowered his voice to a sexual growl.
"I didn't sleep with her," Clark replied.
She must have handled herself well against him. Did she win? Probably not. He was being protective over her. Bruce needed to be sure… He needed to go deeper. At times like this he wished he was like J'onzz. It would make figuring out Clark so much simpler.
"You had a beautiful woman in your bed last night and you didn't sleep with her?!" Bruce asked.
Clark didn't reply.
"I mean what woman would tell you no…."
Clark sighed. "I couldn't do that to any woman."
Bruce analysed ever word Clark said. The spacing and the breaths between each word gave Bruce all he needed. Any women really only meant one woman, her. At least for now, Bruce found her to be useful.
Bruce smirked,"You care about her don't you?"
Clark grunted, "Stop trying to analyze me Bruce. I'm not something in your owl cave…"
"True enough," Bruce replied.
"I need you and J'onzz to look into something for me," Clark said softly. "I need tabs on movements in Darkseid's territory…."
Something caused Clark to stop speaking. The usual forceful tone of his voice faded into a gentle whisper.
"Good morning," he said as if I wasn't there.
"Ultraman?" Bruce called out. "What does that gray ass have to do with us…"
