Chloe smiled at him, "Bad time?" He shook his head.

He stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Where do we go from here?" Chloe felt a shiver of pleasure go through her spine; his lips caressed the sensitive skin on her neck. "I don't know," she whispered. "I have to in Metropolis tomorrow night. And I don't get a break until Easter." She added. He whirled her around, eyes bright. "Then leave transfer to Gotham's newspaper and live with me."

Her heart thumped in her chest. "I…can't. I really can't. My life is in Metropolis I have friends there and a good job. My apartment and my things are there. Don't get me wrong Gotham is a beautiful city but I just can't do it Bruce" she rubbed her arms nervously and looked out the window.

He sighed, "I don't want to lose you. Your important to me Chloe." She smiled at his words. And turned to kiss him, "Lets talk later." He murmured a yes and they headed to the cozy living room to watch a movie. Before going her eyes fell on the grandfather clock again.

Her sharp mind picked up on the fact that the time was completely wrong. She shook the feeling of dread away and caught up with Bruce.

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Clark paced in his living room. His mother came her green eyes softened at the sight of her son. "Clark honey what's wrong?"

He looked at her and sighed. "I don't know what to do." He sat down on the coach running his hands through his messy hair. Martha sat next to him and rubbed his back soothingly. "About what?" she asked. He turned to her, "What would you do if you had a friend that was on love with someone you don't like? And the person she was in love with was a fake he hid a really important thing form her. And only you know the important thing, but made a promise you wouldn't tell. What would you do Mom?"

Martha blinked thinking about the jumble of words that had come out of her son's mouth. "Are we talking about Chloe and Bruce?" she asked softly. He looked shocked that she knew about them and she laughed. "I read magazines when I go into town don't think I don't," she said. He smiled at her and nodded, "Yes it's about Chloe and Bruce"

Martha sighed, and thought. Her son had known Chloe for most of his childhood and then al his life. It was funny that she thought Clark would end up dating her. After all Chloe knew Clark better than anyone maybe even better than even her. "Well Clark, I would think Chloe would trust you enough to tell her, remembered what you promised her a while ago? No more secrets. But keep in mind that Chloe needs to live her own life, and if you continue like this then you may not get the chance to be in her life."

Clark leaned against his mother, taking in her words. She stroked his hair like she had once done when he was a child.

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Chloe squealed as Bruce threw her over his shoulders and headed into the kitchen with her. Alfred looked up and smiled, quickly before Bruce could notice him he slipped away giving them a chance to be alone.

He set her down on the kitchen counter and tickled her. Chloe laughed and swatted his hands away. When she begged for mercy he stopped and she leaned her head back on the top cabinets trying to catch her breath. He kissed her hard, and she moaned against his mouth. Taking the advantage she slipped her leg around his waist and pulled him forward.

They parted lips red and eyes glazed with passion and lust. They cooked dinner and ate giggling and talking loudly. After dinner they headed to his room watched a movie and she let sleep take over her knowing that he would always be at her side.

Bruce woke up a few hours after Chloe had fallen asleep; he let his eyes adjust to the darkness. The house was quite all he heard was the hiss of the DVD player and her breathing. Slowly and carefully he got up and turned off the TV. Then he kissed her forehead she didn't stir. With that he slipped away into his office and turned the clock hands to 10:57. His heart clenched every time he did it, and as a habit he murmured a prayer of safety and for his parents.

The grandfather clock hissed and swung open to reveal a staircase. He entered closing the clock wall behind him. Usually the clock would have shut with a click but he had grown careless love dulled his senses and this time no click was heard to confirm he had closed it. Oblivious he made his way to the Bat Cave and dressed in his costume.

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Okay I'm almost done. I might do a sequel but I don't want to give the ending away. Hehehe. Okay then review pretty please?