part 5/6: of blind dates (Batman/Smallville)
Of blind-dates and ‘accidental’ dates, chapter 5
Fandom: Smallville, Batman tdk
Rating: G
Genre: humour, AU, crossover, romance
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Bruce
Any warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Smallville and Batman tdk and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction because there are pairings out there that deserve to be written about!
A/N: The reason for this chapter, because I had planned to finish the story with this one, is because I wanted to explain a little of Chloe’s reservation towards Bruce… or rather why she will be chasing after him.
And yes, I know you might find this a little odd that she already gets drunk on this little amount of alcohol, but there really are people who just don’t tolerate that much. It all depends on the enzymes in your body…
Chapter 5
She was rummaging through half opened boxes, trying to find something stronger than Chocó. She wasn’t much of a drinker, and to her embarrassment half a glass of beer usually already made her head dizzy. That was the reason why she didn’t have anything at home herself. But she did remember the bottle of whiskey Lois had given her as a ‘happy-maker’ for rainy days as she had phrased it.
She finally found it and opened the bottle, went to grab a glass and poured not even quarter into it. With one gulp she downed it. The sudden fire burning down her throat made it had to swallow her own saliva afterwards. She coughed and felt her head flush as well as suddenly getting horrible headache.
Yes, she really wasn’t much of a drinker. And now she had drank alcohol just for felling so utterly frustrated, embarrassed and strange. And it was all Bruce Wayne’s fault. God, she just wanted the earth to swallow her whole or crawl into a cave or something.
She sat down on her coach/bed and put her head into her hands. Pathetic. Was there nothing she could do right? She never was able to get a boyfriend in Smallville without him turning psycho and trying to kill her. Her on/off relationship with Jimmy didn’t succeed and her career in Metropolis shattered because she always found herself compared to Lois and Clark. And now she couldn’t even get drunk without coughing up everything consumed.
And what was worse was the fact that she had liked Bruce. A lot. She thought he was funny and his dry wit spoke to her. She had loved their short time together. And if she had to be honest with herself she had wanted to enjoy the night before with a man she didn’t know before anyway. So what was the difference between Bruce and the actual blind-date Lois had arranged for her?
Bruce had lied to her. Or not. He did argue that he just didn’t correct her in her own assumption that he had been her date.
Chloe suddenly heard a voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like Lois. You know, this is really your own fault. Great so she was busted already and her own conscious gave her the fault not Bruce.
It was you after all that had to go and sit with him at the restaurant. Didn’t you notice that he had the best table in there? Or did you just ignore that for your own liking?
Now that Chloe thought about it, yes, Bruce had had the best table in there. Sure he sat alone, but it hadn’t looked like he was waiting for someone. And what had he been doing when she had come in anyway. She concentrated hard and remembered that he had said that he had been about to order.
She suddenly blushed. Oh god, she thought. So it hadn’t been his fault after all. She had pushed herself at him that night! It had been her own fault. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to embarrass her in the restaurant, and that was why he had just played along. How horrible of me, she thought.
And then the voice that really did sound like Lois she realised, started again. What are you waiting for anyway. Go after him! Don’t listen to your drunken voice of truth, who happens to sound like your cousin, go after the man who wants to be together with you even after you made a fool after yourself in the restaurant. Get going.
Chloe had to giggle suddenly. She really didn’t know what was funnier. That she got drunk after only downing a quarter of a glass of whiskey, that her drunken voice of reason sounded an awful lot like her at times not so reasonable cousin, or that she was about to follow the instruction of said voice of reason.
For a second she was considering to just go to sleep and call him after the dizziness and light headedness stopped. But then she argued that it really was better to just go down and see if Bruce Wayne was still around somewhere.
So Chloe got up. Noticed that her head started to swim very lightly and retrieved her jacket before exiting her apartment without closing the door behind her. Her uttermost mission was now to find Bruce Wayne, apologize for closing the door at him, and hope that he would take her back if she threw herself at him.
All the while the little voice that sounded like Lois was giving her examples of what to do, so he would take her back. After the third she had to giggle, because that really sounded like something Lois would suggest.
Really, she thought, just stick with coke, coffee and Chocó next time. No alcohol for you! She berated herself.
Fandom: Smallville, Batman tdk
Rating: G
Genre: humour, AU, crossover, romance
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Bruce
Any warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Smallville and Batman tdk and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction because there are pairings out there that deserve to be written about!
A/N: The reason for this chapter, because I had planned to finish the story with this one, is because I wanted to explain a little of Chloe’s reservation towards Bruce… or rather why she will be chasing after him.
And yes, I know you might find this a little odd that she already gets drunk on this little amount of alcohol, but there really are people who just don’t tolerate that much. It all depends on the enzymes in your body…
Chapter 5
She was rummaging through half opened boxes, trying to find something stronger than Chocó. She wasn’t much of a drinker, and to her embarrassment half a glass of beer usually already made her head dizzy. That was the reason why she didn’t have anything at home herself. But she did remember the bottle of whiskey Lois had given her as a ‘happy-maker’ for rainy days as she had phrased it.
She finally found it and opened the bottle, went to grab a glass and poured not even quarter into it. With one gulp she downed it. The sudden fire burning down her throat made it had to swallow her own saliva afterwards. She coughed and felt her head flush as well as suddenly getting horrible headache.
Yes, she really wasn’t much of a drinker. And now she had drank alcohol just for felling so utterly frustrated, embarrassed and strange. And it was all Bruce Wayne’s fault. God, she just wanted the earth to swallow her whole or crawl into a cave or something.
She sat down on her coach/bed and put her head into her hands. Pathetic. Was there nothing she could do right? She never was able to get a boyfriend in Smallville without him turning psycho and trying to kill her. Her on/off relationship with Jimmy didn’t succeed and her career in Metropolis shattered because she always found herself compared to Lois and Clark. And now she couldn’t even get drunk without coughing up everything consumed.
And what was worse was the fact that she had liked Bruce. A lot. She thought he was funny and his dry wit spoke to her. She had loved their short time together. And if she had to be honest with herself she had wanted to enjoy the night before with a man she didn’t know before anyway. So what was the difference between Bruce and the actual blind-date Lois had arranged for her?
Bruce had lied to her. Or not. He did argue that he just didn’t correct her in her own assumption that he had been her date.
Chloe suddenly heard a voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like Lois. You know, this is really your own fault. Great so she was busted already and her own conscious gave her the fault not Bruce.
It was you after all that had to go and sit with him at the restaurant. Didn’t you notice that he had the best table in there? Or did you just ignore that for your own liking?
Now that Chloe thought about it, yes, Bruce had had the best table in there. Sure he sat alone, but it hadn’t looked like he was waiting for someone. And what had he been doing when she had come in anyway. She concentrated hard and remembered that he had said that he had been about to order.
She suddenly blushed. Oh god, she thought. So it hadn’t been his fault after all. She had pushed herself at him that night! It had been her own fault. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to embarrass her in the restaurant, and that was why he had just played along. How horrible of me, she thought.
And then the voice that really did sound like Lois she realised, started again. What are you waiting for anyway. Go after him! Don’t listen to your drunken voice of truth, who happens to sound like your cousin, go after the man who wants to be together with you even after you made a fool after yourself in the restaurant. Get going.
Chloe had to giggle suddenly. She really didn’t know what was funnier. That she got drunk after only downing a quarter of a glass of whiskey, that her drunken voice of reason sounded an awful lot like her at times not so reasonable cousin, or that she was about to follow the instruction of said voice of reason.
For a second she was considering to just go to sleep and call him after the dizziness and light headedness stopped. But then she argued that it really was better to just go down and see if Bruce Wayne was still around somewhere.
So Chloe got up. Noticed that her head started to swim very lightly and retrieved her jacket before exiting her apartment without closing the door behind her. Her uttermost mission was now to find Bruce Wayne, apologize for closing the door at him, and hope that he would take her back if she threw herself at him.
All the while the little voice that sounded like Lois was giving her examples of what to do, so he would take her back. After the third she had to giggle, because that really sounded like something Lois would suggest.
Really, she thought, just stick with coke, coffee and Chocó next time. No alcohol for you! She berated herself.