She had put her phone in a bag of rice, hoping that it would dry it all up and be fine. She had done this before and had it worked. It had also failed miserably before because she got the idea in her head that she should just use her heat vision and everything would be fine. It was not. She had fried the phone, but at the same time made fried rice. But she could not eat it because she had dropped her phone down the toilet, again.
She had offered him a couple of towels so that the…She did not know what she could call him that would not be a swear word. But the guy was currently stripping in the bathroom, turning on the shower and going to take one.
The guy was a real butthead.
And she could smell her jasmine shampoo was being used. She had secretly flown all the way to China to get it. And it was the last one in the shop and now her favourite shampoo. As well as the bubble that she really liked being used, for some reason. And he was using up all the hot water up.
Before this he had called some English posh guy (she had heard his voice many times before.) that was called Alfred for a change of clothes? Or for something else that he needed. She liked him because he was giving Bruce in trouble and teasing him a lot. And she loved every moment of it.
'He was trouble' she sang in her head.
'Bruce is in trouble' she sang in her head.
'Bruce is in trouble' she sang in her head.
'Bruce is in trouble' she sang in her head.
'Bruce is in trouble' she sang in her head.
The guy just assumed that she meant that he could take a shower without even asking. As if it was a natural thing that he could do and it was just another day for him. The guy was entitled, and she did not like him one bit. No, she did not like him one bit at all.
It had completely slipped his mind that he did not have a change of clothes that moment he had stepped out of the shower. And it also slipped his mind that the elevator was broken. Alfred is not able to walk up all those stares that he had.
And he will not ask the Kent girl to do.
It had also slipped his mind that his clothes were currently in the washing machine getting washed. He had no idea how a washing machine worked or how long it would take for them to wash. Or how long the machine would take to dry. Something told him that it would take a while and he did not have the luxury of that.
The Kent girl was around his size. She was smaller than he was but was taller than most girls her age. She was also more muscular than the usual kind of girl. But she was far skinnier than he was. She wore baggy and loose clothing that could possibly fit him. But too him it would look like skinny jeans and that they were torture of another kind.
He could not stay in the bathroom all day.
He did not know what to do.
The butthead had been in the bathroom for more than an hour, and it did not feel like he was going to the bathroom anytime soon.
She was annoyed and getting irritated.
She softly knocked on the door.
"Hey. But Br…What is taking so long?" she asked.
She tapped her foot annoyed, getting impatient. The guy was bothering her and getting on her last nerve. She was not going to break the door down or using her heat vision to see what was going on. She could hear his breathe and that he was pacing around on the wet floor for some reason.
She sighed, grabbed the remote and just decided to watch some TV. And she ended up falling asleep.
"Clark?!"
"Clark?!"
"Clark?!" said Bruce.
He was doing his best to wake up the teenager that was currently asleep and drooling on the couch. She was hugging a pillow and taking up the entire couch.
He was tried to do his best not to disturb the teen but he needed a change of a clothes and he was starting to get cold.
"Clark!" he said louder and sounding almost in his Batman voice.
This surprised the teen and woke her up immediately.
"Arghh" he said as he winced in pain.
He was headbutted right in the face and his nose was now bleeding. He motioned to say something or move. He was not sure what he was going to do in that moment.
"What the heck?" said Clark.
He coughed.
"I need a change of clothes" said Bruce.
Clark just stared at him blankly and embarrassed.
And for some twisted reason he started to laugh at the whole situation. Here he was naked beside a towel, in an apartment with a girl that he had not slept with. This was a first and only time that this had happened. He remembered some of his dates, or his one nightstands would steal his clothes or even throw them out of the window. They would do this to get him to stay or have him to the walk of shame as revenge.
"But they are in the wash" said Clark.
And then she thought of something that would be hilarious.
"I do have something that you could borrow" said Clark.
He knew that she was up to something. He saw the glint in her eye that sparkled when she called him "Mr Wayne" to annoy and to his discomfort. Within a couple of minutes, he saw the reason for the glint in her eye.
"No" he said.
Clark just smiled smugly as she handed him a pink onesie that also happened to be bunny. Along with long fluffy ears and bunny slippers attached.
"I got it for Christmas, and it is too big for me. It looks like I would fit you perfectly" said Clark sweetly.
She was enjoying this too much.
"No" he said again.
Five minutes later he was sitting on the couch in a huff and moping because he was defeated by a teenager. If anyone discovered Batman dressed like this!
And Clark was gone. She disappeared in a blink of an eye unknowingly again. He did not know how the Kent girl managed to vision into thin air. She managed to stay under his radar most of the time. But there was something about her that was suspicious. He put it off to her odd behaviour and that being of a teenage girl. He also suspected that she was attracted to him physically. And his suspicions have been proven correct.