Disclaimers Note: I Do Not Own Justice League or Justice League Unlimited.

Authors Note: Beware that this chapter is the longest so far. I've never seen these two as a couple so I'm going to try it. Bear with me for those who don't see this as something that would work. I'm just seeing how this goes. When I was younger (sorry for being so personal but I need to explain), I thought they were a couple. In this story with these two, I'm exploring how they could fit. Some people have written to me that Superman is such a hard character to write about because-well, he is an unchangeable character. Unlike Batman, Superman is written and almost set in stone. He is strong, untouchable, and honorable and loyal. I like to think that Superman, Clark Kent or Kal-El, has more than just a wall and more than goody-goodness under his belt. His past runs just as deep as the others and has just as much dark spots through it. I'm sorry for not getting this chapter out but things just kept getting in the way. I hope you read and review on my observation on the Man of Steel. Thank you for reading.

Move On

Clark

Even the gray shades can tint any heart, even in those who seem indestructible. They breath the same air and feel every moment of happiness, anguish, and tears just as everyone else.

Kal-El or Clark Kent or Superman.

That was who he was, and over the years, Clark learned to be all three.

Clark sat at his desk, his eyes scanning notes over his next column for the Daily Planet-Metropolis's leading newspaper. He was so tired, in part to a certain Amazon princess shacked up at his house right at that moment.

Clark never knew that Bruce and Diana had a thing.

Clark let the papers he held in hand fall and then slid the same hand down his face.

Diana was right.

He was ignorant.

The night was enveloping the windows of the Daily Planet's offices, the sun setting in the west.

Clark yawned as he heard someone approach his desk, shielding some of the lights from overhead.

Cark knew she was coming when he heard her from five floors below. He heard her even before that when she got off the plane miles away.

He looked up, however, with a surprised look on his face.

"Lois!" He straightened his glasses, "I thought you were still in Washington with that article on Walker."

Lois Lane stood in front of him with her usual business like suit, a coat buttoned as always, and a skirt that reached right above her knees. Her black hair fell carelessly above her shoulders, which was glossy and trimmed. Her skin, usually a creamy-peach color, was tanned so that meant press conference was outside. Her face, long and lean, showed her annoyed blue eyes set upon high cheekbones. Her lips were pursed angrily, fists on hips, and her foot tapping to an inaudible rhythm.

She was a beautiful woman.

No doubt about that.

And she was in love with him.

Well, not him.

She loved Superman.

Then again, she didn't really love Superman as a man. Clark assumed she loved him because he was Superman. He thought that Lois was just in awe and infatuated with the idea of him. He knew she loved to saved by Superman,; It gave her an excuse to do the whole damsel in distress thing. She'd never admit it but she was a romantic kind-of woman.

"I waited four hours for that woman to come out and talk about her plans for the new government plan." Lois snapped, "And then she goes and cancels it, her assistant came out and told us that something came up."

Clark knew what it was but he pretended on about not knowing. "Do you know what it was?" He asked. He couldn't help but stare at her plush lips, painted with light-red lip gloss. Something new since Lois usually wore lipstick.

He wanted to kiss them.

He'd just have to wait till he was Superman then.

Lois swung her head to he side with a huff. "No. I tried to sneak into one of the offices but almost got caught." She crossed her arms and started to mutter something under her breath, a sign that meant she wanted to do something stupid again.

The last stupid thing she did was sneak on board one of Lex Luther's planes, which had a bomb placed there in case of an intruder. She managed to get away safely, with Superman's help once again.

The one good thing about his job.

But Clark could never be both men at the same time.

As Superman, Clark was daring and courageous. He was a natural born leader and was built to withstand a hundred nuclear bombs or worse. But as Clark, he wasn't very good with girls. He was caring, polite, and nice.

Nice.

Nice were for guys who were friends with the girl, who wouldfall for the other guy, andthe nice guyends up living with a dog out in the boonies-alone.

"Anything happen here while I was gone?" Lois said, interrupting Clark's train of thought. Being the impatient person she was, Lois waved a hand in front of Clark's face. "Hey! Farm Boy! Are you even listening to me?"

Clark blinked and looked up at her blue eyes and then smiled, "Yes, I was. And no, nothing happened."

"Oh." Lois looked to the floor, her voice stung a little.

Clark mentally sighed. He knew Lois wanted to see if Superman was around. The last time they saw each other was two months ago when the Justice League had a to break up a fight in Metropolis. Lois was all over him.

"Are you okay?" Clark asked, forgetting himself.

Lois looked up abruptly, "No! No! Nothing's wrong?" Her eyes seemed to cloud a bit, "Why do you ask?"

Clark shrugged, "Seemed like a good thing to ask."

Lois blinked and then shook her head. "Smallville, you are really weird sometimes." She smiled at Clark a bit flirtatiously. "Cute but weird."

Clark smiled, his cheeks flushing a bit.

I wish you knew…

Clark watched as Lois walked away and felt his heart fall.

There had been a thousand times when he wanted to tell her but-no.

Why risk her harm?

He was risking harm with her each day they met-with him as Superman.

Was there anyway of telling her that the man she was annoyed with is the same man that could bring her to her knees?

But as Superman.

How could Clark tell this woman that behind the steel was a small-town man?

Clark sighed, rubbing his eyes.

He needed to get home and clean a bit and then sleep and tell Diana-

Diana!

Clark stood up and ran out as quickly (not "super" quickly) as he could.

Clark parked his car in the garage underneath his apartment building and ran up the stairs and opened the door to his home.

"Diana, I am so sorry! I had to work late and-" Clark stopped.

"Diana?" Clark blinked, "You okay?"

Diana stood in front of Clark with nothing but one of his large shirts that reached just above her knee with her glossy, black hair pulled up in a messy bun slash ponytail. Her blue-eyes were larger than usual and red tinted in them and her nose the same color. Hopefully she had undergarments underneath.

She also had one sock on…

Clark's eyes narrowed and he asked, "Diana…what are you holding?"

Diana blinked up as innocently as she could. She pulled her arm, grasping whatever it was she had, behind her.

"Nothing."

"Diana…"

"Really, Clark. Its nothing."

Clark crossed his arms, "Did you forget I have that little power of mine? You know," Clark raised a brow, "X-ray vision?"

Diana raised a hand to her chest, pretending to be shocked, as she pulled her (or rather, Clark's) shirt in her hand. "Clark! I feel so violated!"

Clark sighed, shaking his head and crossed the room.

"I can't believe you." Clark reached back, over Diana's shoulder, and grabbed the large object from her hands. He then held it up for Diana to see as well as he and Clark sighed once again.

Diana just smiled a bit shyly as she watched a drop of strawberry ice-cream fall from a gallon and a half bucket.

Diana giggled.

Clark gave her a look.

"I couldn't help it!" Diana said exasperatedly, throwing her hands up and walking towards the sofa in the living room.

"This really isn't a way to," Clark paused and then said with care. "handle your situation." He looked at Diana, who broke down once again, burying her face into the cushion of Clark's sofa.

"I KNOW!" Diana wailed in the chair, which really sounded like "AH NAH!"

Clark set the ice cream on the coffee table and pulled the weeping woman into his arms.

"You cried all day, didn't you?" Clark asked.

Diana looked up, face wet with tears, and sobbed. "I saw a news clip on Bruce Wayne and they showed his clip and…" Diana threw her face back into the couch, "THEN I CRIED!"

"Okay," Clark soothed, "Okay."

Diana sank into Clark's arms with her face buried in his chest. "Was I too pushy?" She whispered.

Clark didn't answer.

"Or was I not insistent?"

Clark just started to rock them back and forth, slowly but steadily.

Diana looked up at Clark, ceasing their movement. "Was I not good enough to love?"

Clark raised a brow at this. His eyes seemed to change, fire blazing through them. He lifted the princess up and placed her right across from him on the sofa. Sitting her upright but with his hands still supporting her.

"Diana, you are one of the greatest people on this world I have ever known. I never want to hear such a lie ever come out from your mouth," Clark said loud and firm. "Understand?"

Diana blinked.

Diana slowly smiled, "Thank you." She took Clark's hand into hers, "For everything."

Clark slowly smiled back as well, the anger leaving his handsome features "Hey, I'd rather have you wearing my clothes to cry inthanthem being thrownacross the room in anger."

Diana flushed embarrassedly, "Oh, yes, about that-"

"It's okay." Clark laughed, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

Diana stayed on the couch, sighing and pulled her knees beneath her. She let her head fall and rest on the arm of the couch as she spoke.

"How was work?" Diana managed to say between sniffs (the effects after crying). She then reached over at the coffee table and grabbed a box of Kleenex and placed it next to her and then she took of her one sock and throwing it on the ground.

"Nothing special. I swear, nothing up in the Watch Tower and nothing down here on earth." Clark shook his head as he walked into the living room. He carried a glass of water and handed it to Diana, "If nothing happens, I will be out of two jobs."

Diana laughed, even through her tears. She took a hold of the glass of water, not really knowing why Clark was giving it to her. She didn't ask for it or anything.

Clark saw the question in her eyes and said, "Drink. You'll feel a lot better."

Diana nodded, trusting Clark, and drank up.

"Oh, I do feel better." Diana said with a small smile, sniffing a little.

Diana drank up the last of the water and handed the empty cup over to Clark and also took his glasses from his face. "Your face was not made beautiful for you to obscure them with these ridiculous things!" She shouted out in a disgusted voice.

Clark couldn't help but blush just a bit but he did give Diana a big smile before leaving for the kitchen.

"Clark," Diana called out. "Do women always go through such troublesome feelings with your species here?"

Clark smirked at this and asked, "When you say my species, do you mean men?"

"Yes, you horrible creature you…" Diana muttered. It was mainly for herself but she'd forgotten about Clark's unique hearing gift.

Clark laughed, "I see that your back." He took the glass cup and went into the kitchen, speaking. "I did, however, see Lois."

"Oh?" Diana said before she blew her nose. "I guess that's why you were late then."

Clark smiled a little as he filled the cup up with water once again. "No, really! I had to work." He assured Diana.

Diana, being the Diana that only Clark would know, snorted.

"I need to meet this Lois," Diana said. "I'm jealous."

She smiled when she heard Clark laugh from the kitchen.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Now who could be up at this hour?" Clark said.

"I'll get it." Diana said, wiping her nose once more. She stood up and walked over to the door to open it.

Once she did, Diana saw a striking young woman standing before her in a suit of purple and light-red lip gloss.

She looked oddly familiar…

Diana then realized, Lois Lane.

True, Diana had never met the woman but she had seen Lois's picture in Metropolis's newspapers.

Oh, the irony of it all…

"Oh, hello!" Diana said, brightly, thinking she was being polite.

However, Lois thought otherwise.

"Is this not Clark Kent's residence?" Lois asked, eyeing Diana up and down with a sort of intolerance.

Clark immediately and automatically thought what Lois was thinking.

There stood Diana in nothing but his green shirt on and messy hair. Her cheeks were rosy and she was breathing somewhat heavily seeming that Lois had just interrupted something that was a private moment.

Clark groaned to himself, placing his face into his hand.

"Yes," Diana nodded and stuck out her hand. "I'm…Di-Diamond. Yes, Diamond!"

Lois blinked for a second but her confusion quickly melted away. She just looked at Diana's hand and then back up at her, "You look very familiar."

Well, Diana did look a lot like Wonder Woman but without the armor - but who could really tell?

Yet, Lois could tell there was something recognizable about this Delilah or Deana or whatever.

Oh well.

Who cared?

It was just Smallville.

He needed to get some R and R anyways.

"Look," Lois said with irritation. "Tell farmhand that I think Walker is up to something." She looked Diana up and down, "When he's not goofing around."

Diana's brows shot up and her mouth twisted just a bit. "I believe his name is Clark and-"

"Lois!" Clark swooped up from behind Diana and smiled at his co-worker. "What brings you here at this time of night?" Clark eyed Diana to leave but to his dismay, she stayed right at his side.

Fuming and ticked.

Clark groaned mentally as he watched Diana and Lois staring hard and long at each other.

Lois looked as if she could hold her ground with the way she was staring Diana down.

But Diana could so kick Lois's-

"Amanda Walker's got armed men near the Metropolis Hospital where they have a few men working on some project." Lois said a bit bitterly, eyeing Diana all the while. She finally looked up at Clark and was just about to say something when she paused.

Clark blinked at the oddity of her pause.

"Lois," Clark asked worriedly. "You okay?"

Lois leaned forward, her eyes narrowing at Clark's face.

"You look different without your glasses, Smallville." Lois gave him a small smile as she leaned back, "You should try that to work some time."

Almost immediately, Clark was horrified that she might realize who he was.

Diana, however, saved him.

"Like you care." Diana growled from under her breath.

Lois automatically glared at Diana and growled with the same intensity. "But leave the witch before you come."

"Why you-" Diana started.

"Diamond! Can you get me something to drink?" Clark interrupted, giving Diana a pleading look that she only saw.

Diana's brows furrowed but she stopped herself by doing something that she hoped would make Lois jealous.

"Sure, sweetheart!" Diana gave a quick glance to Lois and in a monotone said, "Nice to meet you, Miss Lane. Hope that you get some love tonight because I certainly am!" Turning on her heel, Diana swung her arm around Clark's neck and kissed his check,

Diana then stood back and with a triumphant smile plastered across her face, she turned to see Lois looking incredulous and confused.

Diana turned back to Clark, whom seemed also very flabbergasted, and winked at him before going inside.

Lois stood gazing at Clark and feeling her heart split…

Why was she feeling this way?

Clark's nothing but…

Clark is…

Clark.

Lois met Clark's gaze and they said nothing.

Lois nodded, turned, and walked away with her heart pounding. Her head spun, perplexed at her own emotions.

Clark just watched her go then closed the door.

Clark walked into his living room to see Diana still fuming.

Diana looked up at Clark and growled, "The nerve of that woman…"

Clark blinked, "Y-you… why did you…"

Diana just went on, even answering Clark's question without even knowing it. "She likes you but doesn't even know you! Yes, I showed her! Calling you Smallville. I should change into my attire and give her a good thrashing!"

Diana growled as Clark just stood, listening.

It finally dawned on Diana after a chuckle or two from Clark, who finally burst out laughing.

Diana turned to Clark to see his face red and howling, holding his stomach and shaking his head.

Diana slowly placed a hand to her face, which was turning a bright color of red, and gushed.

"Oh my…" Diana managed to say as she remembered her spontaneous act.

This only made Clark laugh even louder.

It was minutes (quite a few) until they both calmed down.

"Her face… I've never seen her look like that." Clark smiled, "Well…" He paused, "Not as Clark."

Diana stared at Clark and said, "She doesn't deserve you."

"It was probably a bad day." Clark merely sighed as he sunk into his chair. He looked up at Diana who huffed and he sighed again.

"I-I don't know." Clark exhaled and he looked up Diana again to see her sigh.

"But you love her…" Diana said softly as she stared into her own world. Her mind imagining a man that she seemed to have the same feelings for.

"Though you should be happy." Diana smiled softly at Clark, "But she doesn't know you."

Clark didn't say anything but stared into her eyes.

They understood each other.

Diana then added, "Not like I know you."

The two laughed and then faded into silence.

Something they both need.

A time for thought.

Finally, Clark broke the stillness and stated, "I'm Superman." Clark said softly, "I shouldn't be longing for her…" Clark met Diana's gaze, "She should be longing for me."

Diana smiled and took Clark's hand into hers. "You're not Superman. You're Clark Kent."

Clark blinked at Diana.

"You're Clark." Diana smiled, sliding a finger down the side of Clark's face. "You make the man in the suit and cape what he is. And if Clark had not existed…" Diana's grin broadened, "Superman would not be sitting with me, nursing me back to health from a broken heart, and certainly wouldnot havelet me borrow his clothes."

She was right.

Clark never thought of himself in that light.

Superman was not him but a part of Clark. The man behind the suit and cape.

Clark and Diana stared at each other and burst into laughter.

"I'm glad I'm here," Diana said to Clark. "Thank you." She smiled, "For everything. I loved being here with you."

Clark gave a sly grin.

"That was quite obvious a few minutes ago at the door," Clark said smoothly with a smirk.

Diana gasped, laughed, and then threw her pillow at Clark.

Clark laughed out loud as he ran around the living room from a yelling Amazon Princess armed with popcorn. He ran around the couch and then headed into his room but had no luck from getting away from Diana. She had thrown a book at his legs (with enough force to make another rift in the Grand Canyon), which had him flying downward on his bed.

Clark, laughing, turned around on his bed to look at Diana.

And there she stood… in the doorframe with a soft glow to her. Her eyes were filled with laughter, beautiful blue diamonds that gleamed with vibrancy and charm.

Diana smiled as she threw the pillow over her head, indicating that she was going to collide it against Clark's head when she saw caught a slight change in Clark's eyes.

"Are you okay, Clark?" Diana said, reaching out for Clark, her hand lifting his chin a tiny bit. Her bright blue eyes examining his face closely.

She's beautiful…

He thought to himself.

"What?" Diana said. "You okay?" She took another close step towards Clark so that they were an inch apart. She gazed into his eyes, "Clark? What is it?"

Clark smiled softly, "Nothing." He laughed as Diana's eyes sparkled and danced along with her pearly white smile. "I think I'm going to be fine."

Diana just shrugged, "I'll never get men. A woman is standing here in nothing but a shirt and all they do is go," Diana lowered her voice to sound like Clark, "Nothing."

Clark laughed and said, "I'll give you to the count of ten."

Diana turned to run and Clark just went straight to "ten! My prize is to get my shirt back!"

"But I have nothing else to wear!" Diana shouted with a laugh.

"Exactly!"

With laughter and giggles and as they ran around the house; Clark and Diana forgot about their problems for the moment and were able to have a day for themselves.

Even the gray shades can tint any heart, even in those who seem indestructible. They breath the same air and feel every moment of happiness, anguish, and tears just as everyone else.

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