A/N: Ok, this is where the POV changes get a bit crazy, so I added
ellipses(....) where the POV changes, because with the 'Chloe/Linnea' part
ppl might get confused. BUT IT IS ONLY IN THIS CHAPTER.. so far... enjoy...
7. Cutting the Crap
Bruce Wayne was sitting in his Library when she came in. He looked up at the sound of small, dainty footsteps and caught the dark hazel eyes of Linnea Lennox.
"Miss Lennox what a surprise," He said gesturing for her to close the door. "What brings you here so early in the morning?" It wasn't early for him, he'd been up all night. He hardly ever sleeps. Its in his nature.
"Cut the crap Bruce." She said stepping closer to him. "You know why I'm here." She was standing dangerously close to him.
Bruce could smell Lex all over her. She reeked of him, she always did, but now it was stronger. That wasn't the reason she was here though. It was always the reason she was here.
Her hands were on him in an instant, and, Bruce inwardly smiled, she wanted him. She wanted something, not him, but that would be discussed later. After. That was the way it had always been between them.
Now he could indulge in the passion that he craved from her. He knew that she wouldn't give him what he wanted, but she gave him the next best thing: her body.
....
She felt like a whore. She only fucked Bruce to get something from him. She usually used Bruce like this. He liked it. He would never turn her away, or at least he hadn't yet. She felt dirty, wrong and she didn't like it. The sex was great with Bruce, but that was all he was to her. Sex.
"He wants a relationship." She spat the last word out like a disease she didn't want to catch. It was a horrible disease she hoped she would never catch. Somewhere deep inside she knew she would eventually catch it again.
"What does he expect from me?" She asked herself aloud. She was in the comfort of her apartment now. All alone. Like she always was. No matter how many people she surrounded herself with she was always alone now.
"I know what I expected from you Miss Sullivan." A deep voice said behind her. She swung around, ready to tell who ever it was that they had the wrong apartment, but her voice flew away when she saw who was standing in her doorway.
....
There was a black Mercedes Benz parked outside her apartment, and this worried Lex. It wasn't Bruce's, and Lex couldn't quite put his finger on who's it could be. There was not many socialites in Gotham City, although, more than Metropolis. Lex reasoned. He only knew that it was a socialite because there was a driver sitting in the front seat.
The driver. Lex looked at him carefully. His keen Chloe-senses kicking in. He recognized the driver, but that could only mean one thing....
....
"What are you doing here?" She asked the figure in front of her.
"What, surprised to see me, Miss Sullivan? I thought a good investigative reporter explored all options." He smirked.
"I'm sorry sir, you must have me confused with somebody else. I'm a bartender, not a reporter."
"Cut the crap Sullivan. I know that its you. Why else would a bartender," he spat, "be spending so much time at the LuthorCorp office here in town?"
"You have me confused with somebody else, sir." She repeated again, daring to look into the eyes of evil. Those eyes, sent shivers down her spine. 'It's not him, it's not him. It's not him. It's not him.' She repeated in her head. If it is, then Lex had lied to her, unless he hadn't known. She hoped that he hadn't known.
....
Lex was almost on Chloe's floor. He was lucky that somebody else had let him in on their way out or he would have never made it up the fire escape in time.
He barged into her apartment just in time. He knew that it was her apartment. He knew a lot more about her than she thought he did, but that was beyond the point at this time.
Then he saw him.
The Magnificent Bastard in all his glory.
"Dad."
Bruce Wayne was sitting in his Library when she came in. He looked up at the sound of small, dainty footsteps and caught the dark hazel eyes of Linnea Lennox.
"Miss Lennox what a surprise," He said gesturing for her to close the door. "What brings you here so early in the morning?" It wasn't early for him, he'd been up all night. He hardly ever sleeps. Its in his nature.
"Cut the crap Bruce." She said stepping closer to him. "You know why I'm here." She was standing dangerously close to him.
Bruce could smell Lex all over her. She reeked of him, she always did, but now it was stronger. That wasn't the reason she was here though. It was always the reason she was here.
Her hands were on him in an instant, and, Bruce inwardly smiled, she wanted him. She wanted something, not him, but that would be discussed later. After. That was the way it had always been between them.
Now he could indulge in the passion that he craved from her. He knew that she wouldn't give him what he wanted, but she gave him the next best thing: her body.
....
She felt like a whore. She only fucked Bruce to get something from him. She usually used Bruce like this. He liked it. He would never turn her away, or at least he hadn't yet. She felt dirty, wrong and she didn't like it. The sex was great with Bruce, but that was all he was to her. Sex.
"He wants a relationship." She spat the last word out like a disease she didn't want to catch. It was a horrible disease she hoped she would never catch. Somewhere deep inside she knew she would eventually catch it again.
"What does he expect from me?" She asked herself aloud. She was in the comfort of her apartment now. All alone. Like she always was. No matter how many people she surrounded herself with she was always alone now.
"I know what I expected from you Miss Sullivan." A deep voice said behind her. She swung around, ready to tell who ever it was that they had the wrong apartment, but her voice flew away when she saw who was standing in her doorway.
....
There was a black Mercedes Benz parked outside her apartment, and this worried Lex. It wasn't Bruce's, and Lex couldn't quite put his finger on who's it could be. There was not many socialites in Gotham City, although, more than Metropolis. Lex reasoned. He only knew that it was a socialite because there was a driver sitting in the front seat.
The driver. Lex looked at him carefully. His keen Chloe-senses kicking in. He recognized the driver, but that could only mean one thing....
....
"What are you doing here?" She asked the figure in front of her.
"What, surprised to see me, Miss Sullivan? I thought a good investigative reporter explored all options." He smirked.
"I'm sorry sir, you must have me confused with somebody else. I'm a bartender, not a reporter."
"Cut the crap Sullivan. I know that its you. Why else would a bartender," he spat, "be spending so much time at the LuthorCorp office here in town?"
"You have me confused with somebody else, sir." She repeated again, daring to look into the eyes of evil. Those eyes, sent shivers down her spine. 'It's not him, it's not him. It's not him. It's not him.' She repeated in her head. If it is, then Lex had lied to her, unless he hadn't known. She hoped that he hadn't known.
....
Lex was almost on Chloe's floor. He was lucky that somebody else had let him in on their way out or he would have never made it up the fire escape in time.
He barged into her apartment just in time. He knew that it was her apartment. He knew a lot more about her than she thought he did, but that was beyond the point at this time.
Then he saw him.
The Magnificent Bastard in all his glory.
"Dad."