I was happy and surprised when I opened up my inbox today and saw all of the response to the last chapter! 7 reviews for this last one and one more for the one before. Wow! I'm feeling loved. Also, apparently, people love that Clark is "playing bunnies," ...finally. the slang is one I use when talking to my friend who is devoutly religious, and it still makes her blush.

Attention! More Bruce Wayne in this chapter. To hiya: He and Clark will team up much later in this fic, but only for one specific purpose, they don't like to work together if they don't have to. Besides, Clark has the day shift and Bruce has the night shift, leaving more time for playtime ;).

Charlie woke with a stretch, curling up to the warmth beside her, refusing to open her eyes. Gradually she opened her large hazel green eyes to look straight into a pair of cobalt blue.

"Hi." She said softly.

"Hi." He replied, curling one bicep around her.

She snuggled against him, looking straight into his eyes. Then she kissed him. They just lay there, naked as Adam and Eve, in the plush bed in Wayne Hotel. After a few minutes of kissing, he reluctantly pulled away.

"I've got to go to work." He told her hesitantly, as though afraid she'd be upset with him.

"I know." She told him with a quick kiss. "Tell Perry and Jimmy I said 'Hi.'"

He smiled as he remembered the ease with which she won over the Chief and that Jimmy had practically been worshipping her since the first second she'd talked to him.

"I will." He listened to the sounds outside for a second, and then gave her one last kiss. And with that he pulled away from her and climbed out of bed. He gathered up his clothes, minus his suit, and got dressed.

Charlie slid out of the bed with the sheet wrapped around her like a toga. And with a parting wave to Clark, she disappeared into the bathroom to grab a shower.

Charlie was wrapped in a towel and combing out her long hair when she got the call. The sleek modern black phone next to the king-sized bed was trilling a classic melody, obviously designed to be unobnoxious. She picked up the handset and held it to her ear.

"Hello?" She asked curiously, she didn't know anyone besides Clark and Bruce who knew what room she was in.

"Charlie," A familiar voice said over the phone. She recognized it immediately as her only friend besides Clark, and Clark was...way more than a friend.

"Bruce!" She said with happiness. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you."

He laughed. "Listen, I got that report you wanted, could we meet?" He asked her seriously.

She suddenly sobered. "Of course. I can be ready in twenty minutes."

The atmosphere at the back table at the cafe was pure tension. Charlie had met Bruce for breakfast like he'd wished and had received the report he'd had put together for her. The file sat on the table between them, untouched.

Bruce watched her sympathetically as she stared at the folder. He'd asked her out that day in the lobby of his hotel because she had this aura about her. He'd been surprised by her lack of interest in him, knowing without being arrogant, that many women found his combination of good looks and billions in the bank, very attractive.

They had spent an hour talking about a variety of subjects during their dinner the first day they'd met, her answers surprising not only him but her as well. It was if they were both getting to know her. It became obvious to him rather quickly that she was smart, informed and compassionate. She believed everyone was equal and treated everyone as such.

At the end of the night, right before dessert, Bruce asked her a question he hadn't asked any ever before. He asked her what she honestly thought of him. She'd smiled, obviously liking his honesty, and told him.

She liked him, as a friend. Bruce had grabbed his heart and dramatically sighed as if his heart was broken. She'd laughed and he'd joined in. He'd told her that whatever guy who'd snagged her attention, must be a hell of a guy.

She'd smiled. The single sentence next out of her mouth had shocked even him. "Yeah, Clark Kent is one of a kind."

"Clark?" He'd repeated. "Big guy, always wearing a suit, black glasses?" She'd nodded. "I know Clark."

The rest of their talk had centered on Clark Kent, and had ended with him teasing her until she blushed. They'd parted the night as friends and had decided to meet again for breakfast.

The look on Clark's face had nearly made him laugh out loud, and he would've if it hadn't been for the fact that Clark would've been mortified. Instead he restrained himself to a wide smile, knowing that it was out of character enough. Charlie had thanked him for giving her a ride, kissed him on the cheek, and then ruffled his hair.

It was then that he finally gave in and laughed. Charlie was unlike any other woman he'd met, too bad she'd already fallen for Clark. He'd messed up her hair in return, knowing full well that she only gave a cursory amount of attention to her looks, then caught a surprisingly strong hit in the stomach. It was after Charlie stuck her tongue out at him that he left the building, laughing his head off.

The waiter at his elbow pulled him out of his musings by asking him if he needed more water. He shook his head and waved him off. Charlie was still frozen on the other side of the table, her face blank except for a spark of pain and sadness.

"Charlie," He said gently. "Why don't you go see Clark, go over the file together. He's a good guy, the best." He took one of her hands in his own. "And we both know I wouldn't be friends with him if he wasn't."

She laughed at that.

Thanks again to all who reviewed, much love for everybody! If you haven't reviewed, please do, it takes a second and it makes me happy and more likely to type up a storm on this story :D.