Ficlet: Cover Story | DCU | Bruce/Clark/Lois/Selina | R | 1/1
Title: Cover Story
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Selina Kyle, Dinah Lance
Rating: R
Word Count: 502
Prompt: For Porn Battle XIII: planned, performance, interview, debrief
Summary: Their cover story is hardly foolproof.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here. No particular 'verse for this one.
Cover Story
Their cover story is hardly foolproof.
At least, that’s what Lois thinks as the four of them-her, Clark, Bruce, and Selina-slide into their chairs around the large table in the League’s briefing room. No one in their right mind would believe that Poison Ivy was responsible for the previous night’s fiasco.
But then, everyone in the hero community knows exactly what Ivy is capable of, and many of them have the slightly hazy memories of her handiwork to prove it.
Shaking her head as Bruce begins to present their ‘report’ on the incident, Lois frowns slightly. It really is all a lie, and she never could much tolerate lies. Especially when it came to Clark and Bruce’s goddamn secrets. Now, though … she supposes there’s no other option. Really, what possible explanation could there be for the four of them to have been found-by Dick, no less, the shameless voyeur-in Bruce’s suite at the Gotham Grand Hotel, writhing together in the enormous bed as they fucked like rabbits, the doors to the balcony thrown wide open for the fresh air?
Certainly not that Lois had had a hard day, that it had been a hard week on all of them, and a little too much champagne at last night’s charity gala-God, why did there have to be so many of those damn things?-had lowered her inhibitions to the point that she’d practically dragged the boys, and Selina, up to Bruce’s suite to ‘get away from the crowd for a while’. Or that the unexpected robbery at the gala-that they’d managed to completely miss-had had nothing to do with Ivy, but was the Penguin’s handiwork instead.
Oh no. Had to be Ivy’s pollen. Yep. That made perfect sense.
Except … that that’s so far from the truth that Lois can’t stand it.
Biting her lip, she just barely manages to keep an otherwise neutral expression as Bruce goes on about Ivy’s doings. They’ve rehearsed this, they know what ‘happened’, and suddenly blurting out the truth could damage Bruce and Clark’s position within the League. They’d never live it down. And who would ever trust them again?
“Miss Lane?”
Stifling a startle, Lois comes to attention, and realizes that she’s been drifting off into her own thoughts. “Hmm?” she asks noncommittally.
Black Canary lifts a blonde eyebrow just a hair, one corner of her mouth twitching. “Do you concur with everything in Batman’s report on the incident?”
Without missing a beat, Lois fires back, “One hundred percent,” and even as she says it, she knows it’s too late.
And if the chairwoman knows, everyone probably knows. A glance around the table confirms it, the whole lot of them practically laughing their asses off behind either their masks or their hands, eyes dancing with amusement where they’re visible.
Blowing out a breath, Lois realizes the whole thing is a show. For the ‘record’.
Aw, fuck. She’s gonna murder Bruce when she gets her hands on him.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Selina Kyle, Dinah Lance
Rating: R
Word Count: 502
Prompt: For Porn Battle XIII: planned, performance, interview, debrief
Summary: Their cover story is hardly foolproof.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here. No particular 'verse for this one.
Cover Story
Their cover story is hardly foolproof.
At least, that’s what Lois thinks as the four of them-her, Clark, Bruce, and Selina-slide into their chairs around the large table in the League’s briefing room. No one in their right mind would believe that Poison Ivy was responsible for the previous night’s fiasco.
But then, everyone in the hero community knows exactly what Ivy is capable of, and many of them have the slightly hazy memories of her handiwork to prove it.
Shaking her head as Bruce begins to present their ‘report’ on the incident, Lois frowns slightly. It really is all a lie, and she never could much tolerate lies. Especially when it came to Clark and Bruce’s goddamn secrets. Now, though … she supposes there’s no other option. Really, what possible explanation could there be for the four of them to have been found-by Dick, no less, the shameless voyeur-in Bruce’s suite at the Gotham Grand Hotel, writhing together in the enormous bed as they fucked like rabbits, the doors to the balcony thrown wide open for the fresh air?
Certainly not that Lois had had a hard day, that it had been a hard week on all of them, and a little too much champagne at last night’s charity gala-God, why did there have to be so many of those damn things?-had lowered her inhibitions to the point that she’d practically dragged the boys, and Selina, up to Bruce’s suite to ‘get away from the crowd for a while’. Or that the unexpected robbery at the gala-that they’d managed to completely miss-had had nothing to do with Ivy, but was the Penguin’s handiwork instead.
Oh no. Had to be Ivy’s pollen. Yep. That made perfect sense.
Except … that that’s so far from the truth that Lois can’t stand it.
Biting her lip, she just barely manages to keep an otherwise neutral expression as Bruce goes on about Ivy’s doings. They’ve rehearsed this, they know what ‘happened’, and suddenly blurting out the truth could damage Bruce and Clark’s position within the League. They’d never live it down. And who would ever trust them again?
“Miss Lane?”
Stifling a startle, Lois comes to attention, and realizes that she’s been drifting off into her own thoughts. “Hmm?” she asks noncommittally.
Black Canary lifts a blonde eyebrow just a hair, one corner of her mouth twitching. “Do you concur with everything in Batman’s report on the incident?”
Without missing a beat, Lois fires back, “One hundred percent,” and even as she says it, she knows it’s too late.
And if the chairwoman knows, everyone probably knows. A glance around the table confirms it, the whole lot of them practically laughing their asses off behind either their masks or their hands, eyes dancing with amusement where they’re visible.
Blowing out a breath, Lois realizes the whole thing is a show. For the ‘record’.
Aw, fuck. She’s gonna murder Bruce when she gets her hands on him.
~*~*~*~