Chapter 03 - Come On Over Baby (All I Want Is You)

Zoey looks out the window as the SUV drives through Gotham. It was a far cry from Smallville. And it wasn't anything like Star City. Gotham was full of gleaming art deco buildings and glass skyscrapers. The tallest building in the city was the Wayne Enterprises building. It stood in the center of the financial district. The only symbol on the building was a giant 'W' at the top. It was a reminder to the citizens of Gotham of which family had built the city. Through to others, it was seen as a reminder that the upper echelons of Gotham society had destroyed the city. One didn't have to go far from the gleaming financial district to see the reality for many of Gotham's citizens. Crime, homelessness, drugs.

"The Wayne Foundation has dedicated itself to restoring the city of Gotham to its once famous glory," Max says, reading the invitation of the annual Wayne Foundation gala. They were dressed in formal attire. Max in a tuxedo with his light brown hair slicked back. Zoey wore a strapless black tea length dress. Her hair was pulled into a slick ponytail, a light layer of makeup accented her natural features, and a pearl necklace was the only jewelry she wore.

Zoey had never been to the gala before. She had heard about it from her parents and Max. "Does that mean they're going to start going after the people who actually caused the problems? The financial district assholes who wear ugly suits." She notices the driver subtly nod in agreement with her. "Or will it be the corrupt members of the city government who allows organized crime carte blanche?"

Max shoots her an unamused look. "I see someone has been watching the local news today."

"I don't understand why I'm here, Uncle Max. This is your scene, not mine."

Max sighs. "Zoey, you're growing up. Which means you're going to start taking a more active role in the company. And part of that role is going to galas filled with rich assholes."

"What if I don't want to be part of the company?"

"As far as I'm concerned, Zoey, I want you to have the choices that I didn't get to have. The choices that your mom didn't get to have. But you still have to do the dog and pony show."

"Like going to galas filled with rich assholes."

Max nods. "I think of it as a way to either get laid or get some blackmail material. Like if someone is cheating on their spouse."

Zoey shakes her head, trying to keep the smile off of her face. "I highly doubt either of those will happen to me tonight."

"Zoey, sweetheart, you're forgetting that your fuck buddy from over the summer will be there. Just make sure to steal some decent booze," Max tells her, lightly patting Zoey's leg.

"How did you get Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Martha to agree to this anyway," Zoey questions.

Max shrugs. "I lied. Said I was in Metropolis for the weekend and wanted you to come hangout at the hotel. That you needed some cheering up what with Mike moving away. Through I promised Jonathan that I wouldn't go too extravagant."

Zoey snorts. "Yeah, the private jet and invitation only gala go way past extravagant."

Max smirks. "Just a bit."

Zoey looks around the stately home. Well, more like manor. The annual Wayne Foundation gala was always held in Wayne Manor. It's part of the reason that being personally invited was something that many societal people envied. Zoey had been to Wayne Manor once before. Through she had been eight years old and the mood at the time had been very somber.

"We're in the same club now," Zoey softly says, sitting on the empty swing next to Bruce. She had left Max inside with the adults. Bruce doesn't look up at her. "Ollie calls it the dead parents club, but…he didn't see his parents die…Ollie doesn't feel guilty about his parents dying. I do. If I…if I had never wanted to go home that night, if I had just managed to get through the slumber party at Stacy's house they would still be here. I made them come pick me up."

"I fell down the well," Bruce quietly begins. "I was stuck until my dad came and got me. There were a lot of bats down there. I went to a play with my parents. And there were bats. I got scared. My dad saw that I was scared and we left. If I had…if I wasn't scared of bats then we would have never been in that alley."

Zoey grabs Bruce's hand and squeeze. "I guess we're in an even worse club."

A hand slips into hers and Zoey looks behind her to find Bruce. It was the first time she had seen him at the party since she and Max had arrived. She starts to say something, but he holds up a finger to his lips. Bruce leads her away from the party. She doesn't say anything as they make their way up to the library. Zoey watches as Bruce fills a glass with some undoubtedly expensive scotch. She knew what her options were. The first was to go back to the party. But that would mean having to listen to people talk about how much they missed her parents and how she had grown into a lovely young woman.

Zoey closes the door and Bruce turns to her. She walks over to him and plucks the glass out of his hand before taking a swig. He stares at her, then grabs another glass. "Hate to break it to you, but your party kinda blows," she softly says.

"It's not really my party," Bruce replies. Zoey looks around the room. A bookcase lined the wall and it was filled to the brim. She doesn't move when she hears him move up behind her. She holds up her glass and his fingers brush hers as he takes it. Zoey turns when he walks back over and takes the glass. Her eyes never leave his as she takes a swig. He takes the glass from her and she raises an eyebrow as he takes a swig. She moves close enough to leave only a few inches between them.

Bruce sets the glass on the desk and closes the gap between them. The kiss is filled with desire and permeated by the scotch. He unzips her dress and it falls to the floor along with his jacket. She kicks the clothing to the side as she undoes his bow tie. Her legs hit the chaise lounge and she falls back onto it, pulling him down with her. Zoey's hand slips in between them and palms his growing erection. He pulls back and looks down at her. She reaches up and pulls her hair out of the slick ponytail.

She reaches up and starts to unbutton his shirt. Bruce suddenly stands up and Zoey can't help but to think that maybe he had changed his mind. Hurt fills her as she watches him search the floor. She slowly sits up and blinks in confusion when a ball of fabric hits her. She looks up at him and he pulls her into a kiss. "We're going somewhere more private," he murmurs, gently pulling her up. He takes his coat and drapes it over her shoulders.

Bruce leads her out of the library. Her hand clutches the coat, hoping that no one would happen across them. They go up a set of stairs and down a hallway before coming to a stop in front of a door. He opens the door and she barely has time to look around the dark bedroom before his lips are on hers. She quickly unbuttons his shirt as they reach the bed. Her bra lands on the floor as she falls backwards onto the bed.

His lips trail down her body. Bruce pulls back and grasps her panties, gently tugging them down her legs. His hands run up her legs, pushing them apart. Zoey gasps when his tongue trails over her clit. Her hands grip the silk sheets as her orgasm overcomes her. His lips trail up her body before meeting hers. Her hands make quick work of his belt and pants, pushing them off. She gently grips his cock. He grabs her hand and holds it above her head.

Zoey moans when he enter her. All pretense of gentleness was gone. It was about each of them finding a release. Her nails scratch down his back as his thrusts grow harder. Neither of them cared about the party still going on downstairs. They knew that nobody would be looking for them. They knew that people would be more wrapped up in making business deals with the respective companies that their ancestors created.

Bruce groans as his own orgasm reaches him and he fills her. He collapses on top of her and Zoey wraps her arms around him. He closes his eyes. "Fuck, I forgot—"

"I'm on the pill," Zoey softly interrupts. He pulls out and lays on the bed next to her. She shifts. "I should get cleaned up."

"Don't. Stay the night. Alfred will take you back to the hotel in the morning."

Zoey shoots him a soft smile. "Well, this bed is way more comfortable than the ground."

Max runs a hand through his hair. The fact that Zoey hadn't made it back to the hotel last night was weighing heavily on his mind. He had been so wrapped up in his own one night stand that he hadn't even registered that Zoey had left the gala without telling him. The hotel door opens and he looks to see Zoey. She wore a pair of form fitting sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. He doesn't miss the garment bag under her arm. "Don't worry, the photographers outside didn't see me come back. Alfred dropped me off in the underground parking lot and I took the back elevator up."

"I'm just glad that you're okay," Max says, tightly embracing her. He eyes the hickey on her neck. "In fact you seem better than okay."

Zoey rolls her eyes. "I got make up in my bag to cover it."

She starts to walk past him, but Max grabs her arm. "Hey, everything okay?"

"I'm just tired. I didn't exactly get a lot of sleep last night."

"Bullshit. What's wrong? What'd Bruce do?"

"Bruce didn't do anything. I just…I don't look forward to the lecture that I'll end up getting when I get back to Smallville."

"Lecture?"

"The sex is a special thing between two people who love each other. And I shouldn't fuck Bruce because I'm fifteen. That I should wait until I'm older. That lecture." Max sighs. He knew of her frustrations of living with Jonathan and Martha. "I wish they would just not ask questions."

"They just worry about you."

Zoey looks at her uncle. "You worry about me and don't give me stupid lectures."

"That's because I'm not going to lecture you on things that I was doing when I was teenager. I know that you're being safe. That's all that matters."

Zoey bites her lip. She eyes the designer shoes in her hand. "Can I take these back to Smallville?"

Max shrugs. "They're your shoes."

Zoey yawns as Jonathan drives down the two lane highway. She was surprised that her godfather had chosen to pick her up at the hotel. Her and Max had been delayed in Gotham because of weather, which lead to them getting into to Metropolis very late. "What did you and Max do that caused you to miss school today," Jonathan questions.

Zoey shifts. "Uh, we stayed up all night, talking with Austin. We had a total chick flick marathon."

Suddenly, a truck behind them starts honking the horn and flashing its lights. "What's your hurry, pal," Jonathan asks, glancing in the rearview mirror. The truck rams Jonathan's truck. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!"

Zoey grabs the door handle. Jonathan starts to pull off the side of the road. The truck, impatient that Jonathan was moving slow, starts to speed around them. It goes too fast around the curve and overturns. "Holy crap," Zoey exclaims. Jonathan pulls his truck over and jumps out. Zoey quickly undoes her seatbelt and follows her godfather. She stands back as he pulls the driver out.

"You all right," Jonathan asks, pulling the driver out. "I'm gonna put you down. All right." He sets the unconscious man on the ground. Zoey kneels down next to him. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

"We need to get him to the hospital," Zoey says. The truck explodes and Jonathan pushes her down, keeping her away from the flames. Neither of them notice the large yellow flower on the ground or that it emits a mist of pollen.

The troubling report that Dr. Hamilton had given Lex was playing on his mind. It wasn't that some flower that had been extinct for one hundred years had been brought back that was bothering him, it was that someone had stolen the flower and some equipment that had been used to bring it back was bothering him. The fact that Jonathan Kent had been the one who pulled the thief out of a burning truck hadn't bothered him. Lex stands up from his desk and pulls on his suit jacket. He starts to walk out of his office, but bumps into someone.

It takes Lex a moment to realize that Zoey was standing in front of him. She wore a short jean skirt and a tight black tank top. The platform heels she wore made her a few inches taller. "Zoey, I don't have—"

"I spent the whole weekend in Gotham," Zoey interrupts, walking around him. Lex watches as she walks over to his bar. "And part of that weekend I spent in bed with…well, that part isn't important."

"Why were you in Gotham," Lex asks. "Clark said you were in Metropolis with Max."

"Wayne Foundation Gala. Anyway, on my flight home early this morning I was wondering if you were bald everywhere," Zoey asks. She pours some Scotch and takes a sip. "This is some really good Scotch. Now, take off your pants so you can answer my question."

Lex frowns. "Zoey, are you feeling okay?"

"I feel great," Zoey answers, walking towards him. She takes another sip of Scotch. "In fact, I haven't felt this good in a long time." She starts to run a hand down his chest, but he grabs her wrist.

"Zoey, tell me everywhere you been today," Lex demands.

Zoey smirks. "What do I get if I do?"

Lex presses her against his desk. "Zoey, were you with Jonathan when he pulled James Beales from a truck?"

Zoey rolls her eyes. "Yes. I helped Uncle Jonathan save some douchebag with an extreme case of road rage."

Lex runs a hand over his face. He wraps a hand around her wrist. "You're coming with me," he says.

"Will you finally answer my question?"

Zoey was pissed. She hadn't expected to be handcuffed to a bed in one of the bedrooms in Lex's mansion. She pulls at the bed frame, but it doesn't budge. She was burning up. "Hey, this is kidnapping," she shouts, yanking at the bed frame. "Lex! Let me the fuck go! Lex!"

Zoey starts coughing. She felt even hotter than she had been feeling. She falls to the ground. The door opens and she looks over. Her gaze was unfocused. "Zoey," Lex exclaims. He had just been checking in on her. He gently grasps her face. "You're burning up." He pulls out the key to the handcuffs and quickly undoes it.

It's while he's at the hospital, when Lex learns that Jonathan had been admitted to the hospital with the same symptoms as Zoey. He also learns that James Beales was in the hospital and had just fallen into a coma. After paying a visit to the local library and doing some research, Lex makes his way to Dr. Hamilton's lab. "Be honest with me, Dr. Hamilton," Lex angrily says, entering the lab.

"I told you," Dr. Hamilton replies, frustrated. "It's under control."

"Three people with an unexplained illness, for which no one seems to know the cure, isn't my idea of under control. I did a little research of my own into your unauthorized botany experiment. Apparently, in 1871 a strange contagion struck the Morelly Settlement and two hundred people died almost over night. A priest, who witness the scene left a diary. His last entries described how the settlers began acting out of character. He claimed a local flower was to blame. 'On God's green earth, this flower was the thief in the temple, the silent temptress that, with a single sneeze, brought out the basest instincts in men and drove them to violence.'"

"That's been relegated to folklore in scientific circles," Dr. Hamilton argues.

"If you don't believe in this, you won't mind if I lift the lid and smell the flower," Lex counters, walking over to one of the flowers. "Why'd you bring it back?"

"These flowers were believe to have toxins that, while deadly, might have other applications."

Lex glares at him. "I'm not here to bankroll your pet projects. I'm only interested in the meteors."

"You wanted to know what they could do."

"Putting people in the hospital wasn't part of the plan."

"Every discovery has their consequences."

"If Jonathan Kent or Zoey York dies, you're gonna lose something a lot more valuable than your tenure. Pack up one of these flowers. I've got a team of specialists in Metropolis waiting to work on it."

"It's my research."

"I don't give a damn about your research. I just want to find a cure."

Zoey sighs as she looks out the window of her hospital room. She had no idea what was going on or how she had ended up in the hospital. No one had visited her. The doctor had just said that she had an infection and an old Native American cure had taken care of it. A knock on the door causes her to look away from the window and she finds Lex standing in the doorway. "I wanted to see how you were feeling," he greets, walking into her room.

"Confused," Zoey answers. "The doctor said I had some kind of infection and that a Native American cure healed me."

Lex frowns. "Clark or Martha haven't been by to see you?"

"You're the first and only visitor since I've woken up in here."

"I'll go let them know that you're awake and doing fine."

"Don't bother," Zoey softly tells him, turning her gaze back out the window.

Lex wanted to press, to find out more about her relationship with the Kents. Especially given that the Kents seemed to have a picture perfect family or at least they had portrayed their family to be that way. Through Zoey didn't seem to have that picture perfect relationship the way Clark did with his parents. "I'm glad you're doing better." Zoey doesn't say anything. Lex nods and starts to walk about of the room, but stops and turns back. "What do you remember?"

Zoey frowns. "Um, last thing I remember was Uncle Jonathan helping some douchebag with a major case of road rage after he crashed. I got out to help. Then I woke up in here." She shoots him a questioning look. "Why?"

"No reason."

All I want is you, come over here baby

All I want is you, you know you make me go crazy

All I want is you, now baby don't be shy

You better cross the line

I'm gonna love you right

Cause all I want is you