How the Heck did this happening?

Why does she keep running into this guy of all people in the world?

"You didn't tell me that…" said Bruce.

"Martha," said William Clark.

He shuddered at the sound of her name and did best to conceal his thoughts and emotions from everyone.

"Yes that your daughter had such a beautiful…Had a daughter," said Bruce correcting himself before he said anything that might regret.

Right now he was getting the look that a teacher would give him into trouble when he was in school. Combined with the disrespectful look of an Elder that was disapproving and unapologetic in the manner that they display their emotions on their face. He just had to smile and play the role of the fool.

Meanwhile, he did not notice that Clark was blushing and just staring at her plate, doing her best to pretend that she was not there and doing her bet to stay invisible.

"Yes," said William Clark.

His demeanour changed.

"Before we go any further I would like to know how you two know each other" demanded William Clark.

To his surprise they both laughed.

"Funny story," they both said at the same time.

Clark just face-palmed and could not hold back her blushing anymore and turned bright red.

"To make the story short I know Mr Wayne here (She says looking at him but not looking at the same time.) because of The Daily Planet Internship I had," said Clark.

She did not want to tell the story of the first time they met because she might accidentally tell the story of how they actually met the first time.

And it was rather confusing to say what time was really the first time that she had met him. There was the time on the rooftop were he scared her and Pete with throwing a batarang (?) at them. So she threw it back and ended up bruising his ribs, and she still felt bad about but she did see a while ago that healed up nicely and rather fast for a human.

"Anyway how you two meet other than you knows the whole…I mean how you met and ….You know my Mum?"said Clark.

This was starting to get confusing and was going to be a long day.

"We just keep bumping into each other…Well, I keep running into Mr Wayne here because of coincidences in our sort of fields of works and how they can over lap and are rather predictable. To sort of circumstances, it is not really a coincidence but only logical that we would run into each other You know with the people we know and the times of things happens, and. And I will just shut up now," said Clark wanting more than anything to shut up.

But Bruce decided that he wanted to be more playful. So, he smirked as he poured himself a glass of water and winked at Clark as he took a drink of it.

"Wait your name is Clark?" he looked at Clark.

"And your last name is also Clark?" he said looking at William.

He wished that he had known this sooner and he would have been able to put the pieces together much quicker.

"Is that a coincidence or was Clark named after you?" said Bruce.

"You are real genius!" said Clark annoyed.

He was messing with her and she did not like this one bit because he already knew that she was named after her Grandfather. The memory of this was clear and stuck in her head as if it was just yesterday.

"Clark is a really masculine name."

"You're clearly not a boy."

"So, why are you called Clark Anyway?"

"If you don't mind me asking,"

He had drunkenly asked her at Thea Queen's party rudely and loudly. Thankfully his shouting was covered by the even louder music. He acted even weirder than usual that night. It was as if he was on something and it was not all one big act that he was trying to pull off. He was annoying that night and he was annoying her right now.

"Clark!" said William Clark and just gritted his teeth together.

She did not like getting into trouble and this was his entire fault.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Mr Wayne," she added just to annoy him.

She caught a micro-expression of surprise and anger. He didn't like this one bit and she liked this So, when her Grandfather she just gave him a cheeky look in return and then childishly stuck her tongue out at him.

"Bruce, please" said Bruce annoyed.

William Clark could feel the tension between the two of them and was starting to have second thoughts on his current plans. Or he could use this to his advantage and the match between these two.

A steady and stable girlfriend like his Granddaughter would change a few opinions of his current client. It would be to their advantage, and they would make a good image of Bruce Wayne to the media. Instead of the playboy image of the Peter Pan that never grew up. A man changed for the girl that he loves is something that the public would eat up and they would all love it.

It would be a step up in the world from the man that his daughter had married. He did everything in his power to give his daughter the future deserved. After Martha had worked she to the top of her class and she ended up throwing it all away to live on a Farm. He was not willing to let the same happen to his Granddaughter.

"I have a few legal issues that are needed to be attended to in Gotham. So, I need to spend a couple of days working there we will need to communicate at length" said William Clark.

She was not sure where this was going or what she was even doing here but she had a feeling that it was about to come.

"In the meantime Clark will be here to attending in my place assisting you when you need help," said William Clark.

Her mouth dropped wide open at this point because she was not expecting this at all. But she did not have enough time to respond to this because lunch was placed in right in front of them in that moment.

They ate their lunch in silence all trying to with of something that they say.

BUZZ

He was getting an alert on his phone from the Batcave.

"Huh. It is Alfred. I bet he has something important to tell me. Tell us" said Bruce and left without properly excusing himself or saying another word.

There were more robberies happening and the streets Gotham were starting to get chaotic in Batman's absence. It was just fortunate that the dangerous ones were safely locked up in Arkham Asylum that had been recently set up and paid by Wayne Industries. He would be able to keep an eye on them while he was still trapped in Metropolis.

Although he was worried that word would soon spread on the streets of Gotham that Batman was MIA. It would not take long before it would happen as word was already spreading with the GCPD.

He knew that he would have to return soon before any noisy reporter noticed anything and put the pieces together because it would only be matter of time before they did. And he as sure as hell did not want it to be Clark Kent as she already knew too much already. He did not need her to know another secret that would put her in danger. Too much information was a weapon that she could use against him.

Batman needed to make an appearance.

He needed to get out of Metropolis, and it needed to be tonight.

The ankle monitor would act as honing beacon of his location and would give him the perfect alibi when needed. The trouble was that it was made by Lex Corp and it was the best one that he had seen yet. And he was having trouble with knowing how it works and how he would be able to take it off without setting the alarm off.

It even beeped when scratched his leg or was in the shower too long. He knew that Luthor was doing this on purpose and was doing all he could to get his hands on his company. While he rotted in a cell, he rotted in a cell for the rest of his life which would a short one and that was what Luthor was counting on.

"Rude" said Clark.

She said this as soon as Bruce left the room. And now she was alone with her Grandfather and she had a lot of questions that needed to be answered.

"Clark, I need your help on this," said William Clark.

"…?"

"If you want those papers, that is," said William Clark.

He was trying to blackmail her.

No, he was blackmailing her.

But she was not going to give into his demands.

"I'd rather not," said Clark.

5 minutes later

"I will agree to all conditions. But I have on one condition of my own" he said ever so innocently.

It was a look that would have everyone fooled; even her Grandfather was fooled by that look. But she was not fooled for a second, she knew that he was up to something and that something was not good. Not god at all and she had the feeling she was not going to like it and he was going to love it.

Bruce turned towards Clark.

"You call me, Bruce" said Bruce with a Cheshire grin on his face.

And in that moment she really hated him even more for this.

Stop staring at me!