Hey! Here's the next update. I'm watching a movie while I'm doing this. It's really sad. It's called Heart and Souls, if your a girl and you haven't watched, you should. It's very good and heart warming. Anyway, enough of that. This chapter does have more Chloe and Bruce in it, but it has to be there so that the story makes sense. Enjoy!

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Chapter 11

"I don't want to go to school!" Jason stomped his left foot to show his mother how upset he was; a gesture he had inherited from his mother.

"Jason I can't bring you in to work with me. Get ready for school." She told him, just as stubbornly.

"It's not fair." He declares, stomping to his room. When he gets back downstairs he's dressed in blue jeans and a Batman top. Lois chuckles at the irony. Jason looks angrily over at his mother; the way his eyebrows knit together reminds her of Clark when he fights crime.

"I'm not going." He crosses his arms over his chest. Lois wants to laugh at how cute he looks.

"Baby, come on Mommy's late for work. Let's go." Jason glares at her.

"I'm not a baby." He grabs his activity bag and stomps to the car. He buckles himself in his car seat. Lois rolls her eyes and locks the door behind her. When she starts the car up Jason glares at her through the rear view mirror.

"Mom, I am NOT going to school." His anger dies down and his lower lip starts to quiver, tears start to roll down his cheeks. He wipes the tears away angrily. Lois sighs loudly.

"Fine, but just this once. Got it?" Jason gives her a triumphant smile.

"So, um… What year are you from?" Chloe awkwardly asks Clark's children. That was weird, Clark's children? Chloe shrugged inwardly. She grew up surrounded by weird things and was semi used to it.

"Can't tell you." Jay says crossing his arms over his chest. He looked remarkably like Clark. Marty was clicking some things on Chloe's computer.

"Oh, honey don't touch that." Chloe says running over to her.

"Your computer seemed a little slow so I changed a couple of the settings so it would work faster." She says. Chloe looks at her and then at the computer worriedly. Chloe goes over to the computer and clicks a couple of things.

"Whoa, how'd you do that?" Chloe says, her eyes bulging.

"Well all I had to do-" Jay clamps a hand over her mouth.

"You really don't want to hear all the boring tech talk. Really."

"Where did she learn that?" Jay rolls his eyes.

"As you know Aunt Chloe, the Kryptonians are an advanced race. We're pretty smart. I don't mean to sound cocky or anything, but it's how it is. Dad and I can do it too, to a certain degree. Though Marty shows more knowledge in techno stuff. I think it's because she spends too much time with Grand-Pa Jor-El." Chloe realized that though Jason looked a lot like his father he had his mother's personality and knack to ramble. Marty rolled her eyes and ran to the couch; she sat on it Indian style.

"Alright. How old are you two?" She asks.

"Can't tell you." Jay says again. Chloe sighs loudly.

"Well this is awkward. You guys just wanna play on Ollie's X-Box?" They both nodded eagerly and raced toward it. The result ended in a loud crash and shoving. Chloe ran to do damage control.

"I've got a message for you Master Wayne." Alfred said, approaching the sweaty billionaire. He had just returned from a work out. Bruce took the little white towel and dabbed his face with it.

"Thanks Alfred." He said as the butler handed him a folded piece of paper.

Need your help. Urgent meeting at Watchtower. Today. 10:30 am. Chloe

Bruce smiled. He hadn't heard from Chloe in awhile; not since their falling out. To everyone at the JLA, Superman was the only one that knew him. Chloe and Bruce had met at one of his galas. Chloe was at the gala investigating a rich scrawny man who she had believed was the Batman. Bruce had laughed at that but played along when she questioned him about it. Chloe had run into a dead end. But she didn't go home empty handed; she had Bruce Wayne's number and a lunch date for the next day. They had been going out for a year when Chloe found out Bruce was Batman and he found out she was Watchtower.

"Green Arrow, have you acquired the information." Watchtower asked into the head set.

"Yup on my way." The line was silent until she heard.

"What the hell was that?" Chloe chuckled.

"Ollie, you probably just saw your own shadow." She heard chuckling from the other members of the group.

"Peter Pan, scared by his shadow? You always need Tinks help?" Bart mocked.

"Hey, enough of the jokes about people wearing green. Remember who gave you those fancy shoes of yours and the expensive bill I have to pay for all the food you eat?" Chloe laughed at their childish antics.

"Okay boys. That's enough. Ollie do I need to get Dinah to straighten you out?" Silence.

"I didn't think so. Especially not in the moody state she's in lately." Cyborg laughs.

"Yeah, PMS is a bitch."

"Dude, I don't think it's PMS." Waterman adds. Oliver sighs audibly.

"Just. Shut. Up." He says. Chloe was about to tell the boys to get their heads back into their work when there was a loud bang on the van's roof. Chloe gasped and slammed the doors open. A man lay crumpled on the roof of the van, presumably dead.

In the shadows a man watched as he waited to the famous Watchtower to exit the van. He had knocked out the three armed men that were approaching the van and through one of them on the van so that Watchtower could exit the vehicle. He hadn't expected the infamous JLA to be in his territory, but he wanted to that advantage of it. He wanted to know the members of the JLA. He knew Superman, AKA the clumsy reporter Clark Kent, sometimes took part in their missions before he had left. Though he had never divulged on who else belonged to the group. They had once even gone out for drinks when Clark had 'Lois troubles' and he had 'Rachel problems'. The Batman wasn't usually the wait and see type, but he waited patiently until Watchtower left his vehicle. To his utter surprise he saw a short blonde woman exit the van. She was examining the body on the van and then spoke softly into her headset. She turned slowly around to examine the area. His eyes bulged behind his mask when he saw his girl friend, supposedly the woman in charge of security and surveillance of the JLA was Chloe Sullivan. He jumped on to a dumpster to leave, presumably unnoticed.

Chloe looked at the body and then spoke into her headset.

"Hey guys, get here fast, we've got company." She heard the boys reply back and then she looked around herself. She stopped when she thought she had spotted something and then heard a whoosh. She ran after the sound.

"Guys, get here now. I'm going after this guy." She ran into the alley and came to a dead end. She jumped on to the dumpster and then hopped off it. She looked around the alley but there was nothing there. She guessed it had probably been the Batman. He was stealthy; she needed someone like that on her team. She sighed frustrated and headed back towards the van. A gang of men popped out of nowhere.

"Hey, pretty lady. What's a gal like you, doing out here in the middle of the night?" Chloe rolled her eyes.

"I'm not in the mood. You do not want to mess with me." A tall, burly man grabbed her by the ass. Chloe glared at him.

"Big mistake buddy." She said as she kicked him in the jaw, dislocating it. He tried to cuss at her, but failed as blood trickled out of his mouth.

"Who's next?" She said, gesturing them to come near.

"Ooh, we've got a feisty one, Mike.

"You need a weapon? Against a woman? That's low." Chloe said, trying to make the man put away the blade. It didn't work. Chloe hoped the guys would show up soon. The man lunged at her, Chloe shut her eyes. This is it, she thought miserably. Years of fighting and taken out by a man with a switch blade in the hell whole named Gotham. But, nothing came. She opened her eyes, all four men were writhing in pain on the ground.

"It's about time, guys." She said turning around. But it wasn't her team; it was the Batman, standing in the shadows.

"Uh, thanks." She said awkwardly. She could've sworn she saw him smile. She approached him apprehensively.

"I don't think we've ever been properly introduced, I'm Watchtower." She extended her hand toward him.

"Batman." He says in a gruff voice as he takes her hand in a firm hand shake.

"You should consider joining our team, I assume you've heard of us, we could use a man like you." She offered.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I work alone."

"Oh. Well if you ever need our help you know where we are. What if we need your help?" She added, she needed more information to find out who this guy was, her old reporter instincts kicking into high gear.

"You know how to contact me if you need any help." He said, gesturing to the clouds, indicating the signal the police used if they ever needed his help. Damn, she thought.

"Okay. See you 'round." She said, hearing the guys approach her, running.

" He said to the blonde man that had a scar from his right ear to his nose. Mike smiled at her, she involuntarily shuttered. She lunged herself toward the smallest man of the group and knocked him out with two punches to the head. The other four men made a circle around her; she was started to feel nervous. The man who had spoken to Mike took out a switch blade.

"See you around Chloe." He said before disappearing. Chloe? I never told him my name, she thought.

It took her all of two weeks to figure out that Bruce looked at her differently and he left her at odd hours in a rush. When the answer hit her, she couldn't believe she had been so stupid as to not know this. All the fancy equipment he had, who else could afford that? Two days after she figured it out she had confronted him about it.

"Hi Bruce."

"Hey honey." He greeted her as she entered the room.

"So… where were you last night?" She asks casually.

"Oh, you know, I had a last meeting business meeting."

"Hmmhmm." She said looking at a speck of dust on the coffee table.

"Bruce, if you won't tell me the truth, then… I don't think this relationship will work." She said, still not meeting his eyes.

"Truth?" He asks outraged. He laughs bitterly.

"Chloe, tell me, do you have any deep dark secrets?" She doesn't answer him, but her head snaps up.

"That's what I thought." He says. They stare at each other silently.

"Please, tell me the truth." She pleads with him. He thinks about it, but he couldn't risk his secret, he didn't know how to share that part of himself with her. That part of him got Rachel killed.

"Chloe…"

"I'm a big girl Bruce. I'm stronger then you think." She says, sticking her chin up.

"I know Chlo. I know who you are." He confesses. She stares at him wide eyed and then understands.

"In the alley." She says, it's more of a statement.

"Then you know who I am." He says. She nods slowly. He looks up to the ceiling.

"Where do we go from here?" Chloe shrugs.

"If we couldn't trust each other with our secrets then how can we form a real relationship?" Chloe asks sadly. Bruce doesn't say anything for a long while. Chloe gets up from her seat and walks to the door.

"Good-bye, Bruce." She says, shutting the door behind her. They had contacted each other only when need be. Their relationship, though close to being none existent, was strained.

"Mom." Jason whined, tugging on his mother's pant leg.

"What baby? Mommy has to work." Jason sighs.

"Can I go see Dad?" He whispers.

"Yeah, yeah." She says waving her hand at him distractedly. Jason runs over to Clark's desk.

"Hey Dad!" He exclaims as he jumps onto Clark's lap. This causes a couple of people to gaze his way. He shrugs, rolls his eyes and gives them a lopsided smile as to say 'kids and their imaginations'. They quickly avert his gaze and go back to their work. Soon he hears people murmur about this.

"Jason, you can't call me that at work. People don't know that I'm your dad yet." He whispers at him.

"Why?" He asks curiously.

"Well, you know that I was gone for five years… well people thought that Richard was your real dad. Some people wouldn't understand why I left and…" He didn't really know what else to say.

"I understand Dad, I mean Clark." Clark winces at that.

"You know what buddy, who cares? You can call me that if you want." He says, against his better judgment.

"But, no one can know that I'm... you know who, okay? It could put you in danger if they knew." He explained.

"Okay." He says, hugging his father. Clark takes out a piece of paper and crayons he kept in his drawer and gave them to Jason. Jason started to draw busily; his brow creased in concentration and he bit his lip. It reminded him of Lois. Clark hadn't realized he was staring at his son until he heard Jimmy say: "Hey CK!" Clark jumped, making Jason tumble off the seat.

"Hey!" He exclaimed at the sudden loss of his seat.

"Sorry." Jimmy mumbles, putting Jason back on his feet.

"Um, the chief wants to, uh see you Mister Kent." He says nervously.

"Um, okay, Jimmy. Thanks." He says getting up and telling Jason to stay put. Jimmy follows Clark.

"Uh, do you need anything Jimmy?" He says turning around to his friend.

"Um, yeah, sorry. I was wondering where your cousin Kara was?" Clark smiles.

"She's around." He says knowingly.

"Uh well I was wondering-" Clark cuts him off by shutting the chief's door in his face.

"Kent." Perry says.

"H-Hi Chief." He says nervously. He spots Lois sitting in a chair.

"Nice of you to join us." Perry says lighting a cigar. Lois gives Clark a nervous look.

"I've heard rumors going around the office. I don't really care about them. But I need to know the truth and I need to know if this will affect your work." He says, puffing out a cloud of smoke. Clark clears his throat.

"Wh-what do you, uh want to know?"

"I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll be blunt. Is Jason your son?" He asks Clark. If Clark could choke on his tongue, he did.

"Chief." Lois says outraged. "That's none of your business." She says, standing up.

"No Lois. He should know the truth, people will find out soon enough." Clark says. From the direction of the conversation, Perry already knew the answer to his question.

"Yes, Jason is my son." Clark says. Perry nods. He always suspected Jason wasn't his nephew's son. He was saddened that he wasn't related to him by blood anymore but he would always look at Jason as a nephew.

"I assume this won't affect your working relationship with Lois?" Clark shakes his head.

"Can we go now?" Lois asks impatiently.

"One more thing." Perry says. "I never saw you two as a couple, how'd you have Jason?" Lois rolls her eyes.

"Well Perry, when a guy likes a girl-"

"Lois." Clark whines.

"Niagara Falls." Lois says, grinding her teeth. "Now, enough about my sex life", Clark's face goes red, "Can I go back to my article?" She asks impatiently. Clark wanted to run out of the room as fast as he could. Perry waves his hand at them to leave. When there out of his sight he shakes his head and a small smile lights his rough features.

"Clark." Lois says, grabbing his sleeve.

"What is it Lois?" He says, turning around.

"I don't have anything planned this afternoon, so we're going to the Fortress." She orders him. Clark laughs.

"Lois, we can't just up and leave." Lois rolls her eyes.

"No, but you can, let's go, you promised."

"Okay, say I do agree with you. What are we going to do with Jason?" He asks, pointing at their son.

"Jimmy'll watch him."

"Jimmy?" He asks.

"Yeah sure. Jimmy!" She yells out. The young photographer runs over to them.

"Yes, miss Lane." He says, reminding Clark of a puppy obeying its master.

"Watch Jason for the afternoon, we've got a lead." She says, leaving Jimmy behind. He looks at them confused and then walks over to Jason. Lois grabs Clark's tie and pulls him to the elevator. When the elevator doors shut, she says: "Do your thing Boy Scout."

Hey, so that's it for now. There will be more Lois and Clark in the next chapter. Please review.