Prompt Post - Part Four [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

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Breaking News of the Century [3/?]

[anonymous]

Apparently, he had recently received a public death threat at a charity event. It was a huge deal, and rumors spread like wildfire on who issued it and what Wayne planned to do to protect himself. Some of her classmates had been first-hand witnesses to the event, and she swears she’s heard over thirty different eye witness accounts, each more exaggerated than the last.

But when rumors of the Justice League being called in started, followed closely by debates of Superman vs. Batman, Artemis had just about more than she could take. Some rich, spoiled playboy’s woes don’t hold a candle to all the evil super-villains the League has to deal with on a daily basis. As if any of the founding members of the League would come for this. Besides, it was hardly the first time someone attempted to take Bruce Wayne’s life.

Don’t get her wrong, the man was fine to look at, stylish suits accentuating a well maintained figure. Add in the rich inheritance, and it was no wonder women were throwing themselves at him. But Artemis hardly had a good impression of him. She had seen him in the news, heard the rumors, and witnessed first-hand his character when he came to Gotham Academy to visit his ward, one Richard Grayson.

Now that was a story everyone in Gotham knew, and while she had nothing against the former circus boy adopted by a well known billionaire as an act of charity (or public image boost, who knew what the real reason was), that kid was a pansy. Sure, he had the brains, but by god, that kid needed to grow a spine. You’d think being a circus meant he had to have some athletic ability, but due to past trauma or whatever other reason the teachers were given, Richard Grayson never once attended gym or participated in any sports-related activities.

The boy was probably in some secret location or other, safely hidden away from those who threatened his foster father.

“What else is new,” Artemis muttered as she plopped down on the couch, grabbing her half finished energy drink and flicking on the gigantic flat-screen TV. Happy Harbor may not be a huge city like Gotham or Metropolis, but even the local news here had to have more substance than celebrity gossip about a rich man with half a brain and probably even less morals.

“…and wow, who would have thought, right John? Well, I mean we all had our suspicions about Brucie, but Metropolis’s shining protector of justice? You can’t deny that there is definitely something going on between the two.”

“Well, I don’t know Mary. Even the Man of Steel could be taken by surprise, and it just goes to show that even those not of this world could be…thrown off by the advances of Bruce Wayne.”

“Could you blame him though, John? I’m surprised something like this hasn’t happened earlier, with all the people Superman must rescue on a daily basis. The adrenaline after a life and death experience, being saved by a god-like hero, who could resist…”

Artemis blinked, bottle falling from her hands, landing with a dull thump on the floor. On the screen, the woman with large glittering eyes and the man in the grey suit continued to debate over this newest piece of breaking news. Behind them was a large and clear photo of the subject they continued to discuss with vigor.

Artemis blinked again, and changed the channel.

“…latest news, Bruce Wayne, after being rescued by none other than…”

Click.

“…Superman, resident hero of Metropolis, was caught on camera today with billionaire…”

Click.

“…girls everywhere no doubt weeping at the revelation that Metropolis’s golden…”

Artemis continued to change channels, but it seemed that every major and minor and not-even-news networks had picked up on this story, and was milking it for all it’s worth. The photo she saw earlier was displayed on every channel and referenced every few minutes. Some even had it printed, in full color and even framed, gesturing to it as speculations and theories were thrown all around.

It was a very clean shot, leaving no doubt as to what the subject matter was.

Bruce Wayne, perfectly slicked back hair ruffled by the wind, his eyes closed. Hands twisted in and tugging on red cloth. Bruce Wayne, playboy extraordinaire, planting a kiss on the corner of a blushing Superman’s lips.