"Hey mom, how do you know when you're in love?

"All the songs start making sense."

"Oh." *casually kicks collection of SuperBat slash music videos under the bed* "Even Drops of Jupiter?"

"Especially Drops of Jupiter."

"noooooooooo…"

-Cro

"Do you think he saw us?" the woman in the copilot's seat whispered.

"It's the Invisible Jet," the pilot answered. "Besides, we have cloud cover and Batman's engine silencer. I think we're good."

"Are you sure that's him?" Aqua Man asked from the back.

"It's a flying dude," Flash groaned, "Carrying a dude. What are the odds it's not Superman?"

"But Superman doesn't wear glasses."

"Someone explain disguises to Aqua Man," Wonder Woman said. "Green Lantern, can you chart their trajectory?"

"I could if they had one. They're just ambling around. It's like he's giving him a scenic tour."

"Do we at least have eyes on his date?"

"I do," Hawk Girl said. "Dark hair, fine suit, strong jaw… he looks familiar, actually. Where have I seen him before?"

But before everyone could get a good look at the mysterious date, the pair disappeared in a blur of grey.

"Lantern!" Wonder Woman shouted.

"I don't know where he went!"

"There!" Flash shouted, pointing out the window. "He's doing flips and spins, oh man, that guy is gonna puke!"

"He's dawdling," Aqua Man said curiously. "Why is he wasting time?"

"Oh, he taught me that move," Lantern said casually. "See, when he's not on the same plane of vision long enough for us to register his position, he's basically invisible to RADAR and human sight. But he won't attack until he has enough cover to stay on the same plane long enough to get momentum."

"What kind of cover?"

"Like-" The moon suddenly disappeared behind a swath of clouds and the entire plane screamed.

…

That'll teach them, Clark thought as Bruce stirred awake.

When his eyes finally started to focus, he glared at Clark. "You went full G-force on me."

"I was trying to impress you," Clark lied. "I guess I got too excited, I'm sorry."

"Don't try to impress me again, my head is spinning. Where are we?"

Clark looked down at the speeding ground and caught sight of a city sign. "We just passed Harrisburg."

Clearly this surprised Bruce. "How long was I passed out?"

"About ten seconds."

"You make good time. Okay, if we're near Harrisburg, head northwest."

Clark changed direction accordingly. "I thought I read that your restaurant is near Central Park."

Bruce ignored him. "Keep on until we see wat- oh, there it is."

"Lake Erie?"

"Keep an eye out for a small yellow sailboat," Bruce said enigmatically. "We'll take it into shore."

Soon, a motionless, empty yellow boat, lit softly from the deck, swam into view, smack in the middle of the Great Lake.

"You set this up?" Clark asked, surprised.

Bruce shrugged nonchalantly. "If we just flew in, that would ruin the whole 'secret identity' thing. Besides. This way I get to take you there."

It was such a childish addendum that Clark laughed as he touched down onto the deck. "Oh, is that all!"

Bruce shrugged his coat and jacket off with a little smile. "Regardless of what either of us would prefer, I am still Bruce Wayne. Even out here, I'm a recognizable face, and if, say, a picture surfaced of Bruce Wayne being escorted on a date, there would be questions I'm not prepared to answer." As he spoke, he reeled in the huge anchor and loosed the sails as easily as if he did this every Friday, and Clark was struck dumb by the bulging muscles under those casually rolled sleeves and that undone tie.

But Bruce didn't even seem to notice the effect he had on the super man. "Thankfully," he continued as he began sailing toward shore, "I had the foresight to be seen with several different men for the last few months. Because you have such a low-key profession, it won't be newsworthy in the least. The only people that might have questions are your colleagues at the Planet. But, I own the paper, so most of them will be too afraid to ask you. Clark?"

Clark was shocked out of his admiration of the patch of black hair peeking out from his unbuttoned shirt. "Hmm?"

"That's very flattering, but please voice your compliments," Bruce admonished. "I'm not prepared to be the talkative one."

Clark flushed. "Ah! Right, sorry. Uh, how was your day?"

Bruce smirked. "Uneventful," he said. "I had a meeting with tech this morning, had lunch with Fox and spent the afternoon destroying a massive robot army and apprehended the villain that set them on Detroit. You?"

"Ah, r-right," Clark stammered. "That was…that was today."

"Anyone ever tell you what a brilliant conversationalist you are?"

Clark felt his cheeks burn and he stared at the black water rushing against the hull of the boat. "Well, it's not like I had a lot of notice! I'm still shocked that you finally agreed to come on a date with me!"

Bruce shot him a quizzical look. "I'm teasing, Clark. I'm just surprised that you're nervous. I can't imagine that Superman goes a week without a date."

"You don't have to imagine," Clark sighed. "Superman doesn't date and Clark Kent doesn't attract a lot of attention."

"Goodness!" Bruce burst. "Is that what you think! Then I suppose I'm lucky that I took you out before you realized Jackson only makes copies when you do so he can run into you and Lois writes articles deliberately contradicting yours to get your attention."

"What, really?"

"You really didn't realize half your office is waiting for you to ask them out? You really are a dope!"

Clark was mortified. "Is that what you do when you visit the Planet? Watch me?"

Bruce shrugged. "You're wrong about Clark Kent not attracting a lot of attention. It's off-putting when you're too humble to realize just how stupidly attractive your boss's boss's boss thinks you are."

Despite himself, Clark flinched, and Bruce grinned.

"I don't even know if I want to dock," he purred. "It would be a perfect night just dropping the anchor and making you make that face until morning."

"You're teasing," Clark said, chagrined.

"Not even a little," Bruce answered, adjusting the sail a bit to slow the boat down. "If I'd thought to ask Joan and Miguel to stock the boat with anything other than champagne, I'm sure we'd sleep here."

Clark felt dizzy. "Sleep here..?"

"Not unless you wanted to, of course," Bruce said, shaking his head lightly. "But to be honest, I am seldom not begged to continue the date upstairs, as it were."

At Clark's deflated face, Bruce wiped a bit of lake spray from his jaw, sending a thrill down Clark's spine.

"I find begging quite off-putting," Bruce murmured in his ear. "I'd much rather be ordered upstairs. As it were."

Oh. That's how it is, thought Clark, immediately followed by a string of clean, repulsive images. Grandmothers and Bible Study, he thought. That article on the Syrian civil war he still had to edit before tomorrow. Anything to keep his blood in his head and chest.

"Is that so," Clark answered, and he hated that it sounded like a growl.

But the lips resting against his ear split into a grin as Bruce trailed a calloused finger down Clark's jawline. "Mmm," Bruce hummed. But then, abruptly, he pulled away and stood up. "But first, I'm starving. There's the dock."

Clark found it difficult to tear his eyes away from the body that had just now been filling his chest with heat to the small, clean dock in the bay. He regarded it with surprise.

"This isn't New York."

"No," Bruce said, jumping nimbly onto the dock. Before Clark managed to stand up in the gently rocking boat, Bruce had already tied it to a post and held out his hand to pull Clark up.

"Your restaurant is in Pennsylvania?" Clark wondered aloud.

"No, Central Park. Come on."

Bruce Wayne threaded his fingers through Clark's and pulled him along the dock. Absently, he pulled a button from his pocket and clicked it so Clark could hear the sail furling itself and the mast nestling itself in the hull, just as they'd found it. But he barely noted the sailboat's mechanism; he was so surprised by the blinking, garish lights over the sand dune.

"Where are we?" he asked in genuine confusion.

In response, Bruce just led him up the dune and put his hands on his hips.

"You didn't seem too keen on a posh French restaurant," he said as Clark looked in awe over the massive, colorful miniature golf course, "so I changed my mind."

"You like," Clark just barely stopped himself from calling it putt-putt, "miniature golf?"

Bruce shrugged. "I've never played. I golf, I assume the same principle applies. Get the ball in the hole."

"Let's make it interesting, then," Clark grinned.

"Mmm. Yes sir."

…

"Excuse me, Wonder Woman," a voice said from the intercom.

"Yes, J'onn?" The Justice League had been searching the entire eastern coast of the United States for an hour and had been interrupted twice, once by a drowning teenager and once by a small shark Aqua Man heard trapped in a net. They were bored. They were ready to call it and head to the Watch Tower to finish that paperwork they'd been putting off since Superman flew off.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," J'onn said, "But I believe I've located Superman."

Flash woke up immediately at that, shaking Green Lantern and Aqua Man. "He found 'em! Wake up, J'onn found 'em!"

"Oh J'onn, you beautiful green man!" Hawk Girl cried in relief. "You beautiful, wonderful, terrific, sexy, awesome…"

"Where are they?" Wonder Woman interrupted.

"A miniature golf course on the coast of Lake Erie. I will send you the coordinates."

The control panel lit up with directions to Pennsylvania and the entire plane cheered.

"You're a dream!" Hawk Girl called to J'onn.

"Keep eyes on them," Wonder Woman ordered, and the Justice League sped toward the blinking destination on the panel.