part 7/10: 10 Dates, puppy-dog-eyes her weakness (Batman/Smallville)
Puppy-dog-eyes, her weakness
Author: vodooman
Fandom: Smallville, Batman the dark knight
Genre: humour, crossover, prompted
Pairing: Chloe/Bruce, Bart
Rating: G
Set and prompt number: 10 prompt set, #6: phone.
Warnings: none…
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She got flowers this morning. She didn’t read the card to know who they were from, didn’t have to... Instead she threw them away as soon as she got them. The box of chocolate that came with it, she opened and took one praline out to taste.
It was very good; but not good enough to sooth her, or the fact that he never showed up to their date.
Not wanting to waste the chocolate and yet at the same time, not really wanting to accept his ‘peace offer’, she called Bart over his phone and in an instant; her friend was there, munching on the worlds most expensive chocolate.
Ten minutes after getting his ‘peace offering’ the man himself came. He was wearing his smart suit, and had the most handsome smirk on his face. He leaned against her office door, and waited for her to take notice of him. Of course she ignored him, until Bart came up to him; chocolate box in his hands, munching on the last bits of pralines.
“Dude, you’re so not forgiven!” answered the younger man, passing him and pushing him while exiting her office. “Bye Chlo! Call me again, in case you get eatable things you don’t want!” chuckled Bart as he licked some chocolate from his fingers. “Hm, really good stuff!” he said more to himself then to the other man.
“Well, I gather from that, that you’re still angry.”
“Hmpf” was all that escaped her, without sounding like a hysterical mental problem. She busied herself with paper work that Lucius wanted to be done, all the time thinking how she’d love to just strangle Bruce.
“You know I am terribly sorry about yesterday...” he starts when she doesn’t turn around, nor reply to his comments. “But there was something that came up... and it couldn’t wait.”
Now she turned around, all angry and temper clearly written in her face. She goes to her desk and picks up the receiver of her phone. “This is called a phone. It’s pretty handy you know? People use it to communicate with each other... for example when you can’t... hmm let’s say” and here she rolled her eyes, and feigned concentration, “make a date? ...”
Through out her rant, Bruce just watches her, and his smirk grows. By the end, he is standing in front of her, and puts his hands on her desk. He notices her flushed cheeks and the way she clutches the receiver in her hands.
“You’re right... I should have at least called to cancel... but I really was hoping to make it. But by the time that I realised that I wouldn’t, I was all ... tied up.”
She hears humour in his voice, and wonders why she is already soothed by his excuse and him actually coming here... Maybe she has a thing for powerful men grovelling in front of her for forgiveness.
“Whatever...” she says and turns around again, to try and ignore him. But they both can hear the lack of anger already.
She can hear him walk towards her, and moments later he stands behind her, and frees her of the paperwork in her hands. “I was thinking that I really need to make it up to you...” he says.
She looks at him for a long time, and tries to find deception behind his words. She thinks of all the reasons she shouldn’t take his offer... and of the horrible humiliation of yesterday. “Bruce...” she starts to say, wants to tell him off, but can’t really.
“Chloe, I really am sorry. I will try for it never to happen again, but I can’t guarantee it.” He says, and his hands tighten on hers. She sees the earnestly in his face, and sighs. She always was weak when it came to men using the lost-puppy-dog-eyes on her.
“Alright... fine!” she says, already giving up on her angry front, or any resolution to turn him down and make him suffer.
“Great,” he says, while pulling her with him out of the doors, in direction of the elevators. She rolls her eyes at him, while not really putting up a fight or a resistance. “How does Italian sound like?” he asks as they both enter the elevator. And with that, it closes.
Five minutes later, Bart walks into her office. “Hey Chlo, do you have...” he stops when he suddenly notices that she isn’t in her office anymore.
“Where...?” he wonders out loud, but then walks to the window and looks out to the ground. That’s when he sees Chloe and Bruce walking hand in hand out of the building. His eyes narrow and he growls. “The guys are so not gonna like this!”
Author: vodooman
Fandom: Smallville, Batman the dark knight
Genre: humour, crossover, prompted
Pairing: Chloe/Bruce, Bart
Rating: G
Set and prompt number: 10 prompt set, #6: phone.
Warnings: none…
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She got flowers this morning. She didn’t read the card to know who they were from, didn’t have to... Instead she threw them away as soon as she got them. The box of chocolate that came with it, she opened and took one praline out to taste.
It was very good; but not good enough to sooth her, or the fact that he never showed up to their date.
Not wanting to waste the chocolate and yet at the same time, not really wanting to accept his ‘peace offer’, she called Bart over his phone and in an instant; her friend was there, munching on the worlds most expensive chocolate.
Ten minutes after getting his ‘peace offering’ the man himself came. He was wearing his smart suit, and had the most handsome smirk on his face. He leaned against her office door, and waited for her to take notice of him. Of course she ignored him, until Bart came up to him; chocolate box in his hands, munching on the last bits of pralines.
“Dude, you’re so not forgiven!” answered the younger man, passing him and pushing him while exiting her office. “Bye Chlo! Call me again, in case you get eatable things you don’t want!” chuckled Bart as he licked some chocolate from his fingers. “Hm, really good stuff!” he said more to himself then to the other man.
“Well, I gather from that, that you’re still angry.”
“Hmpf” was all that escaped her, without sounding like a hysterical mental problem. She busied herself with paper work that Lucius wanted to be done, all the time thinking how she’d love to just strangle Bruce.
“You know I am terribly sorry about yesterday...” he starts when she doesn’t turn around, nor reply to his comments. “But there was something that came up... and it couldn’t wait.”
Now she turned around, all angry and temper clearly written in her face. She goes to her desk and picks up the receiver of her phone. “This is called a phone. It’s pretty handy you know? People use it to communicate with each other... for example when you can’t... hmm let’s say” and here she rolled her eyes, and feigned concentration, “make a date? ...”
Through out her rant, Bruce just watches her, and his smirk grows. By the end, he is standing in front of her, and puts his hands on her desk. He notices her flushed cheeks and the way she clutches the receiver in her hands.
“You’re right... I should have at least called to cancel... but I really was hoping to make it. But by the time that I realised that I wouldn’t, I was all ... tied up.”
She hears humour in his voice, and wonders why she is already soothed by his excuse and him actually coming here... Maybe she has a thing for powerful men grovelling in front of her for forgiveness.
“Whatever...” she says and turns around again, to try and ignore him. But they both can hear the lack of anger already.
She can hear him walk towards her, and moments later he stands behind her, and frees her of the paperwork in her hands. “I was thinking that I really need to make it up to you...” he says.
She looks at him for a long time, and tries to find deception behind his words. She thinks of all the reasons she shouldn’t take his offer... and of the horrible humiliation of yesterday. “Bruce...” she starts to say, wants to tell him off, but can’t really.
“Chloe, I really am sorry. I will try for it never to happen again, but I can’t guarantee it.” He says, and his hands tighten on hers. She sees the earnestly in his face, and sighs. She always was weak when it came to men using the lost-puppy-dog-eyes on her.
“Alright... fine!” she says, already giving up on her angry front, or any resolution to turn him down and make him suffer.
“Great,” he says, while pulling her with him out of the doors, in direction of the elevators. She rolls her eyes at him, while not really putting up a fight or a resistance. “How does Italian sound like?” he asks as they both enter the elevator. And with that, it closes.
Five minutes later, Bart walks into her office. “Hey Chlo, do you have...” he stops when he suddenly notices that she isn’t in her office anymore.
“Where...?” he wonders out loud, but then walks to the window and looks out to the ground. That’s when he sees Chloe and Bruce walking hand in hand out of the building. His eyes narrow and he growls. “The guys are so not gonna like this!”