Author: Teriah Luz

Rating: G – general

Title: Road Trip (Tentative Title)

Series: Smallville

Crossover: Pre-Batman Bruce Wayne, Pre-Green Arrow Oliver Queen

Couples: Clark/Lois, Clark/Lana, Chloe/Clark, Bruce/Lana, Ollie/Lois, Lex/Lana (Somehow this will all work out XD)

Summary: Two years since Season four, Chloe plans a reunion among the Smallville trio and Lois to ultimately plan a Road Trip back to New York. Along the way, the come across Gotham City and Gotham's most eligible and rich bachelor. When will Clark embrace his destiny? Why is he seeing Lois and Lana differently? And who the hell is Oliver Queen? It's a massive case of who'll end up with whom so grab a life jacket and dive right in.

Genre: General/Romance

Note: Just so it's understood, first bit is the ending to the flashback in last chapter, the rest of the fic continues from the end of this chapter XD.

Chapter 4 Unhealthy Situation

"GET OUT!" the lead gangster calls out angrily through a hole in his hat which was pulled over his face. Lana winced as he spat the words in her ear. She nods, glaring at him but stepping out of the car. Her heart races and pounds in her head. Chloe, a bit taken by nervous tremors, also moves to get out of the four door coupe. The two girls catch the scene around them and fell the hopelessness set in.

'Clark… no time better then now to play hero…' Chloe thinks pleadingly.

Clark quickly takes account of how many are there, a total of eight. He glances at Lois whose jaw is set firmly and eyes are cool as ice. Her brows were knit above her nose and he can see the aura of dangerous defiance about her. Damn it, he hated when she got like that.

Refused to be saved, this one.

"Boy, you'll regret this. My father will have your as-" she begins her verbal tirade to be cut off by her anxious cousin, now pale as snow.

"Shut it." Chloe hisses. Lois rolls her eyes as she straitens up from exiting the car, a gun on her quickly. She grins nervously but the smirk falters, feeling naked in front of these rabid dogs that looked at them like raw meat.

"Oh. Nice…" The gangster murmurs, tracing Lois's frame with the gun.

Lois glares, her hands up, mirroring Chloe and Lana's postures. "Watch it, jerk, don't touch the goods." She says warningly as Clark makes his way out of the car as well. The gangster growls and points the gun at her face.

"Ah touch watteva ah want, gurl." The short, stocky gangster hisses. Lois turns her head aside, flushed in fury and frustration.

"Lois just shut up!" Clark snaps. "For once, ok?" Lois clenches her fist.

Her loose lips and defiance were just an automatic reaction to anxiety or fear. The gang echoed with laughter. The one who seemed to be the leader wore a heavy brown jacket and worn jeans. "We want the girls."

Clark raises his chin, her brows knitting in confusion. The girls! "Don't you want money? Something… else?" he offers nervously. Lana bites her lip and turns to Clark, as if expecting him to save the day.

Of course she and Chloe did. He always did. Gotham or Smallville, place wasn't a factor, right? He would save the day… they hoped.

"What, you?" blurts another guy in dark humor. Lana flutters her glossy doe eyes at him and once again turns to Clark. Chloe bites her lip and shakes her head, her eyes nervously moving form gangster to gangster.

"Why us?" she asks shakily.

"Not you, sunshine. These two." Lana suddenly screams as one of the guys grabs her by her hair and throws her forward. Lois groans as she's also thrown down.

Chloe cries out. "Lana! Lois!" She makes to move toward one of them but a gunshot freezes her in place. Lana stares with wide eyes at Lois, her lips trembling. Lois closes her eyes, gritting her teeth.

"Cl-… Clark…" Lana breathes. Lois rolls her eyes. What the hell could he do?

Clark closes his eyes. He had to do something! But just as a gangster went toward the girls, a horn blared and brakes screeched. A black and sleek Rolls Royce suddenly drives up and slams into the car that pinned Chloe's coupe from behind.

The gangsters turn their guns in that direction. Hope returns to the traveling quartet who are obviously not in Kansas anymore.

The door to the Rolls Royce opens.

Clark frowns and Chloe stares.

The young man had black neatly trimmed hair, with neat spikes of bangs brushing his thick brow. His cold blue eyes stare at the gangsters as he stalks toward the criminals. His chin is set, jaw defined and shoulders broad.

Lana looses her breath and Chloe feels even more worried for her life. Was their knight in shining polyester? And Clark is simply confused.

Bruce Wayne steps forward. "You don't want to do whatever it is you came to do. Trust me." His voice deep, dark, alluring and yet still inspires your guard to go up. But you know it's futile, it's in his movements and fiercely cold Prussian blue eyes as he approaches.

But the potential of being fearful falls flat in sight of his tailored suit and shiny shoes. Even as he undoes his tie and throws his blazer to the side.

Despite the damage done to one of their getaway cars, the one gangster laughs. "And who's going to do something about it?" The guy laughs. "You may be rich, but is that suit bullet proof?" he taunts. Bruce releases his tie.

There is an electric tension in the air, promising a great clash. Like the anticipation of lightening about to strike down right beside you. Despite how humorous this scene can be, there's a serious air to it all.

Cataclysmic almost.

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Clifhangery huh? That's chapter four! Cooking up chapter five as we speak,-erm, read? '