My computer was down for the day yesterday, otherwise this chapter would've been up a lot sooner. I got 8 reviews for this chapter so I was 3 over my minimum for posting! And not a single flame! I think that's mostly cause people are getting sick of SR Lois's attitude and coughinabilitytospellcough. So read on, don't forget to review!

To Alice Delacourt: Thanks, I'm glad you like it.

To hiya: I can't really decide between Brandon and Tom, they're both gorgeous and they both add something different to the role. The reason Brandon is able to make the distinction between Clark and Superman is the fact that he's decided to divide himself. Tom hasn't yet, so he couldn't do it without it being weird.

Clark returned to the Daily Planet to find Jimmy waiting for him. When he approached, the younger man jumped up and hurried up to him. He looked like an anxious puppy, the way he couldn't stand still.

"Clark!" Jimmy announced happily. "Who was that girl? Where did you go? How do you know her?"

Clark laughed with good-natured friendliness at his friend's breathless questions. "Calm down Jimmy, you'll start to hyperventilate." He smiled at the memory of lunch with Charlie. "Her name is Charlie. We went to lunch. She thinks I saved her yesterday, in reality I just pulled her back before this out of control taxi hit her. If I had really saved her she wouldn't've gotten a concussion in the first place."

Somewhere in his last sentence he had forgotten he was talking to Jimmy and was feeling angry with himself for not saving her completely. Unfortunately, with Lois with him and a crowd surrounding him, he wasn't able to use his powers. It had been too risky, and she had been the one to pay for it.

"Concussion?" Jimmy repeated, confused. "She looked all right to me."

Clark shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Yeah, she's fine."

"She's pretty." Jimmy confided slowly. "Don't you think?"

"She's gorgeous." Clark corrected. "Drop dead gorgeous."

I walked up to the doors of the hotel the doctor had recommended to me. It was much more extravagant then I had expected, even the doorman who opened the door for me was dressed in a white and cream uniform that cost a pretty penny. I walked inside, feeling a little out of place, especially when everyone in the lobby turned to stare at me. I walked up to the front desk, nervously biting my lip.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice coming out not as certain as I'd hoped for. I bit my lip and brushed a strand of hair back behind my ear.

The woman behind the dark wood counter was dressed in a conservative cream and white suit, just like the doorman. Everything in the lobby was in the same impressively classy colors; dark wood, and cream and white accompaniments.

"Miss?" The woman asked, pulling my attention back to her and away from the room. She looked at me curiously, and I blushed.

"Uh, I wanted to see if you had any rooms available." I smiled politely.

She nodded and typed proficiently on her keyboard. After a moment she ran one French-tipped fingernail down a list on her monitor and 'hmm'ed. She looked back up at me and shook her head.

"I'm sorry Miss, we have no available rooms." The sincerity in her voice was paper-thin and it never reached her eyes.

I nodded, thanked her and began to walk away.

"Stop, Miss..." I heard a male voice behind me call out.

I turned around to see who was speaking to me. The man behind me, dressed in a deep blue suit, was drop dead gorgeous. With dark hair, dark eyes, and the dark suit, he looked very formidable. Add a muscled physique and features that looked like they were carved in stone by a master sculptor and you had a very attractive man.

"Miss...you're the girl on the news aren't you?" He walked towards me, walking like...like a predator stalking his prey. When I nodded silently, he must have seen how much he unnerved me because he smiled slowly, attempting to be friendlier. "I'm sure we can find you a room."

"You...you work here?" I asked him quietly.

He smiled wider at that. "In a way." He missed the questioning look I shot him because he turned to the woman behind the counter and said a few quiet words to her.

She nodded quickly, shot me a look and then began typing furiously on her computer. After a minute she nodded and handed him a key card. He took it without a word and turned back to me.

"See, I told you we could find you a room." He handed me the card. "There'll be no charge, of course."

I shook my head. "No, I couldn't do that." I tried to hand back the card, but he refused to take it. "I can't just not pay for a room. Especially when I don't know how long I am going to be here. It just wouldn't be right."

He shook his head in return. "You've lost your memory and I'm guessing whatever money you have is either borrowed or a gift." I hesitated, knowing he was correct. "So, just stay here and if you feel the need to repay me," he paused and smiled, his sexual attractiveness nearly overwhelming. "You could always come with me to dinner."

My jaw dropped. "Dinner? But I'm not..." I looked down at my simple dress. "I don't have any clothes suitable for dinner."

He smiled again. "I'm sure we could find you something." He held out his hand. "Bruce Wayne."

I smiled reluctantly. "Charlie." I took his hand and shook it.

He shifted his grip on my hand and pulled it upward. "Pleased to meet you Charlie." And then he placed a light kiss on my knuckles. "Welcome to the Wayne Hotel."

I couldn't resist adding in a little Batman Begins. Christian Bale is gorgeous! Just like Brandon Routh and just like Tom Welling.

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