Ok here's the next chapter. Tell me what you guys think. Oh by the way thanks to all of you guys that reviwed.
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Chloe breathed in the warm air that smelled of coffee, food and books. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. They went up to the counter and ordered. She grabbed their order number and Bruce led her to a small table near the back. She couldn't get rid of the giddy feeling that buzzed around her stomach. She sat down, the table so small that her knees brushed against Bruce's.

Electricity crackled through her, and she forced herself not to jump.

"So is this really a thank you for yesterday?" she asked him suspiciously.

He grinned at her "No. That was an excuse for you to have lunch with me." Chloe blushed, "Then why didn't you just ask?" He shrugged "I don't know. I guess I didn't want to be too forward." "What a gentleman at least someone around here tells the truth," her voice sounded harsh even to her ears.
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Bruce watched the beautiful young woman sitting across from him. He guessed that the someone she was talking about was Clark. Unconsciously, he clenched his fists. He didn't like that farm boy one bit. Bruce couldn't place his finger on why he didn't like him. Maybe it's because Clark was so close to Chloe. Her name made him smile, and he turned his attention to her.

"I'm guessing its Clark who you're talking about?" he asked.

She paused before answering a mumbled yes. "He didn't hurt you did he?" he asked, the words rushing out of him on their own. Why was he feeling so protective of her suddenly? No one had ever made him feel like she did. Every time she smiled, Bruce would feel dizzy. Bruce Wayne never felt dizzy.

Chloe smiled sadly, and looked away from him. "Not physically" she whispered. She shook her head, small wisps of hair escaped from her elegant bun. He reached out to wipe them away, his fingers brushing her delicate jaw. His skin tingled from her touch. His body temperature shot up by several degrees. He brought his hand back. A waiter placed their food before them, somewhat breaking the spell.

Chloe dug right in, letting out tiny noises of delight from the great food. He wished she'd stop doing that, sure the Bat had control but not for long if she kept making those accidental sexy noises. He placed a hand over hers and she stopped. Her eyes searched his face the bright green eyes twinkled. And for a moment she actually looked truly happy. And just like that it was gone.

They ate their lunch talking casually about their lives and hobbies.

"I love Gotham its where I grew up. It's a lot of work and the city needs help. That's what brought me here to Metropolis in the first place. I was talking to the mayor about combining a charity from Gotham to here. He of course smiled tightly and said he'd get back to me." At this Bruce sighed.

"Most people stay away from Gotham, but its really quite beautiful in some places. I'd like to take you there someday so you can see for yourself." Chloe's cheeks turned pink.

"So what about this Batman person? Ever met him?" she asked.

Oh if only you knew he thought. "Yup once or twice. He's a nice guy."

He said casually. "Oh really? Is that why people call him the most feared man in Gotham? If he is even a man." She said. "No he is a man. And yes he's feared only because he beats up the bad guys. Tell me why people don't say Superman is feared?" he said challenging her. She opened her mouth to argue but closed it. He sat up proud; he'd made his point.

"It's only because Batman is more intense, and he works in the cover of the night. Superman obviously has no problem flying around in tights in the middle of the day." He said. She squirmed in her seat and sighed. "Fine you win," she said in mock-anger. He chuckled and they paid for their lunch.

She argued about paying but he eventually won and paid. When they headed outside, they were shocked to find it was snowing. Chloe shivered and pulled her thin coat closer. Bruce took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.

She smiled up at him, and for the first time he noticed how petite she was. "Thanks for the lunch, Bruce" she said.

He smiled, "Your welcome." They stood outside in the snow, watching the flakes sprinkle the cars and streets. "I'd like to see you again" he told her. She glanced up at him an eyebrow raised. "Really? And why?" she asked curiously. "Your avoiding the question." He pointed out. She smiled "Very observant." "How about dinner tomorrow?" he asked somewhat nervously. "Ok" she got out a piece of paper and scribbled her number on it.

He smiled and took it. They walked back together to the Daily Planet. She glanced at her watch and groaned. "Oh my god. I'm so late. And I blame you" she said. Bruce faked anger, "Me?"

She laughed, "Seriously if it wasn't for your charm then I wouldn't have been so late. Perry's is going to kill me. And Clark" She stopped. "Oh my gosh Clark he must be so worried." Bruce rolled his eyes and leaned down, to silence her with a kiss. She melted under him, she allowed him to deepen the kiss. He did so gladly. Her lips were so smooth and she tasted spicy. He broke the kiss, Chloe smiled at him her cheeks a little flushed. "I'll call you," he whispered deeply in her ear. She made a little murmur of approval. He pulled back and left, tucking her number safely away in his pocket.

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Chloe stared at the handsome man that was her's. The thought of Bruce Wayne, a handsome and smart man liking her made her shiver with pleasure. Reality pinched her mind and she scurried into the building, only when she was in the elevator, did she realize Bruce hadn't taken his coat. Oh well, she'd give it to him when she saw him. The elevator doors dinged open and she steeped out. A flurry of people and shouting, reminded her that she still had a job to keep.

Chloe half ran to her desk, and found Clark sitting in her chair tapping his fingers impatiently. His face was etched in anger, and jealously not that Chloe noticed or even cared. He got off her chair and she sat down. She took off the coat placing it carefully on the back of her chair and then only then did she turn to Clark.

"Hey," she said smoothly.