FIC: Untitled
Title: Untitled
Characters/Pairings: Clark/Bruce
Rating: PG
Summary: Clark is having a bad day.
Word count: 1375
Continuity: No idea
Notes: This is the first thing I've written in a looooong while so don't expect anything amazing. It also really isn't what I ment to write atall :/ Also no one has beta'ed this, Sorry about th typos
The back of his neck itched. He may be invulnerable but that didn't mean things couldn't annoy him and today was going from bad to worse. No sleep due to an unforeseen night spent in the far east followed by a day reporting on peoples reactions to the earthquake. Most of which had been sincere for 5 minutes, until something else had their attention.
He envied the way humans did that. To disconnect from what didn't immediately apply to them. Even his usual distractions of watching Lois or soaring high in the sky hadn't worked today. Her fire not enough to burn the memory of blood, muck and despair that still lingered in his nostrils and the rush of air past his ears not enough to drown out the roar of thousands of screaming voices that echoed in his mind.
And now here he was, wearing a badly fitting tux and false smile while filling in for Cat at Luthor's latest press event Sipping cheap champagne and making small talk with Metropolis's elite. He was a people person normally. Well sort of. They intrigued him. Fascinated really. Even if he never quite felt like a part of their world, he loved to be surrounded by them. Each individual was a story he could read. Picking up on minute signs too subtle for others to see. The fractional dilation of a pupil, the spike of a heart beat, the change in sent as one emotion drifted to another. But tonight humanity wasn't helping him out of this funk.
This crowd was easily split into groups. His colleges. They eyed him slightly warily. He was a beat reporter. This wasn't his normal gig. He'd got quite a reputation in the last year and a half. Although he knew there was a lot of speculation as to whether he'd ridden Lois' coat tails to fame. Their eyes were following him. Did he have a scoop they didn't? If only, It would make this whole evening more worthwhile.
Luthors cronies, another group. Business men and politico's happy to bend the rules if it gave them a leg up. He had to admit that wasn't exactly fair to all. Many were here as you didn't refuse an invite from Luthor. He was to influential, to important to turn down. Clark grimaced at that thought. With any luck he would be able to avoid Lex tonight. He just wasn't in the mood for the verbal sparing that would ensue. Maybe grinding one human into paste for the good of all humanity would be a good thing? No... unfortunately. There were lines he didn't cross. No matter how tempting. But he could day dream a little. A little smile echoed on his lips.
Another glass of the cheap champagne appeared in front of his face attached to the manicured hand of a perfect representation of the final group. The woman was beautiful. Artificially so. Focusing his delicate eyes shattered that illusion, tiny pale scars that detailed her surgeries stood out. The powder that to so many would make her skin flawless to him lay across her skin like pebbles on a gravel driveway. The flirtatious smile she sent his way failed to light her eye's.
“For you, you seem to have run out” she gently waved the glass.
Allowing a blush to slowly cover his face, “ermmm, thanks” He wasn't sure what she was after, He didn't recognise her. “Enjoying the party?” It didn't take her long too get to business.
“Oh, your a reporter for the daily planet? I didn't know” “Your covering this?” “All work, no play” More fake flirtation. “I'm an actress you know. Is there a photographer here?”
At least there was a certain honesty to her lack of guile. He pointed in the direction of Jimmy. She turned to leave. “Could you do me one last tinciest favours?”
“Sure” why not?
“Could you give this to my date and tell him where I am? I'm Jenny. I'm here with Bruce Wayne. He's over there” Then with the brightest of her fake smiles she waved at one corner, handed him the flute in her other hand and sauntered off towards Jimmy.
He raised an eyebrow. Ok, now that hadn't been expected.
Perry had wanted an interview with Wayne. Of course. One on one if he could get it. But he had almost as little inclination to talk to one of Luthor's new partners as he had the man himself. And by the looks of things. If the delightful Jenny was anything to go by. The rumours of his vapid playboy image would be true. He couldn't see the man as the idiot no matter his image. 'To many fingers in to many pies to be a fool' his Ma would say. He had an inroad of sorts now. Maybe if he got this over with now he'd have enough to pacify Perry and could still be home in time for the replay.
The man cut an impressive figure, more than impressive. Clark could give him that. 6'2, short dark hair. Immaculate clothes. The best designers most likely. Not that Clark had the faintest idea about such things. The elegant plains of his face were set in a slightly vacant smile as he listen to some inane anecdote from a girl that could have been Jenny's twin. Clark chuckled to himself. If Wayne's reputation was accurate then the girl could well actually be Jenny's twin. There would be a nice piece of gossip worthy of Cat. Time to get this over with and earn his pay.
“Mr Wayne, may I interrupt? I have a message and a drink for you from Jenny” Clark arranged his face into his most friendly dorkish guy next door expression and held up the glass. Steel grey eye's flashed over him. While the vacant smile never left Wayne's face, those eye's held a depth Clark had never seen before. A fierce intelligence literally glowed out from behind them. At least to him. How was the rest of the room not seeing this? He could feel them burn in to his sole. He'd been right there was no way Wayne was an idiot. So what was he? Allowing his senses to focus on the man as he took the drink. Wayne's fingers brushed his. That soft caress registered at the same time as the soft spicy sent of cologne hit Clark's nostrils, a moment later subtle undercurrents of musk, what was uniquely Wayne and... what was that? Leather?!? Oh Rao, filtered down through Clark like liquid fire. Both their hands were still touching the glass and more importantly, touching each other. Neither moving or breathing. Just connecting...somehow
After what seemed both a lifetime and not long enough 'not Jenny' made a coughing sound, overtly displease to have lost Wayne's attention. Clark let go. The moment broken, Clark tried to get his head together, it wasn't working. What the HELL was that? Looking back at Wayne, most would say he was as unruffled. Clark wasn't most people. The man's heart was racing ninety to the dozen, Well at least that was something. He could almost be said to have a shell shocked glint to those gorgeous steel eyes. Gorgeous steel eyes? Clark shook his head again. Time to get out of here. He needed time to think. Time to process or something. Mumbling about Jenny being over the other side of the room he made his excuses he headed out of the room. He didn't think he had made sense but 'not Jenny' was pleased to see him go and Wayne still had yet to say anything.
As he left the room he could hear Wayne asking whom the tall dark haired gentleman was. As he entered his balcony he could hear Wayne discretely making inquiries about Clark Kent. This wasn't going to go away. He wasn't sure he wanted it to. All he did know is that as he lay in bed was there was a lingering smell of spices, musk and leather on his fingers, The sound of a rapid heart on the other side of the city was in his ears. He felt more alive than he had in a long, long time.
Characters/Pairings: Clark/Bruce
Rating: PG
Summary: Clark is having a bad day.
Word count: 1375
Continuity: No idea
Notes: This is the first thing I've written in a looooong while so don't expect anything amazing. It also really isn't what I ment to write atall :/ Also no one has beta'ed this, Sorry about th typos
The back of his neck itched. He may be invulnerable but that didn't mean things couldn't annoy him and today was going from bad to worse. No sleep due to an unforeseen night spent in the far east followed by a day reporting on peoples reactions to the earthquake. Most of which had been sincere for 5 minutes, until something else had their attention.
He envied the way humans did that. To disconnect from what didn't immediately apply to them. Even his usual distractions of watching Lois or soaring high in the sky hadn't worked today. Her fire not enough to burn the memory of blood, muck and despair that still lingered in his nostrils and the rush of air past his ears not enough to drown out the roar of thousands of screaming voices that echoed in his mind.
And now here he was, wearing a badly fitting tux and false smile while filling in for Cat at Luthor's latest press event Sipping cheap champagne and making small talk with Metropolis's elite. He was a people person normally. Well sort of. They intrigued him. Fascinated really. Even if he never quite felt like a part of their world, he loved to be surrounded by them. Each individual was a story he could read. Picking up on minute signs too subtle for others to see. The fractional dilation of a pupil, the spike of a heart beat, the change in sent as one emotion drifted to another. But tonight humanity wasn't helping him out of this funk.
This crowd was easily split into groups. His colleges. They eyed him slightly warily. He was a beat reporter. This wasn't his normal gig. He'd got quite a reputation in the last year and a half. Although he knew there was a lot of speculation as to whether he'd ridden Lois' coat tails to fame. Their eyes were following him. Did he have a scoop they didn't? If only, It would make this whole evening more worthwhile.
Luthors cronies, another group. Business men and politico's happy to bend the rules if it gave them a leg up. He had to admit that wasn't exactly fair to all. Many were here as you didn't refuse an invite from Luthor. He was to influential, to important to turn down. Clark grimaced at that thought. With any luck he would be able to avoid Lex tonight. He just wasn't in the mood for the verbal sparing that would ensue. Maybe grinding one human into paste for the good of all humanity would be a good thing? No... unfortunately. There were lines he didn't cross. No matter how tempting. But he could day dream a little. A little smile echoed on his lips.
Another glass of the cheap champagne appeared in front of his face attached to the manicured hand of a perfect representation of the final group. The woman was beautiful. Artificially so. Focusing his delicate eyes shattered that illusion, tiny pale scars that detailed her surgeries stood out. The powder that to so many would make her skin flawless to him lay across her skin like pebbles on a gravel driveway. The flirtatious smile she sent his way failed to light her eye's.
“For you, you seem to have run out” she gently waved the glass.
Allowing a blush to slowly cover his face, “ermmm, thanks” He wasn't sure what she was after, He didn't recognise her. “Enjoying the party?” It didn't take her long too get to business.
“Oh, your a reporter for the daily planet? I didn't know” “Your covering this?” “All work, no play” More fake flirtation. “I'm an actress you know. Is there a photographer here?”
At least there was a certain honesty to her lack of guile. He pointed in the direction of Jimmy. She turned to leave. “Could you do me one last tinciest favours?”
“Sure” why not?
“Could you give this to my date and tell him where I am? I'm Jenny. I'm here with Bruce Wayne. He's over there” Then with the brightest of her fake smiles she waved at one corner, handed him the flute in her other hand and sauntered off towards Jimmy.
He raised an eyebrow. Ok, now that hadn't been expected.
Perry had wanted an interview with Wayne. Of course. One on one if he could get it. But he had almost as little inclination to talk to one of Luthor's new partners as he had the man himself. And by the looks of things. If the delightful Jenny was anything to go by. The rumours of his vapid playboy image would be true. He couldn't see the man as the idiot no matter his image. 'To many fingers in to many pies to be a fool' his Ma would say. He had an inroad of sorts now. Maybe if he got this over with now he'd have enough to pacify Perry and could still be home in time for the replay.
The man cut an impressive figure, more than impressive. Clark could give him that. 6'2, short dark hair. Immaculate clothes. The best designers most likely. Not that Clark had the faintest idea about such things. The elegant plains of his face were set in a slightly vacant smile as he listen to some inane anecdote from a girl that could have been Jenny's twin. Clark chuckled to himself. If Wayne's reputation was accurate then the girl could well actually be Jenny's twin. There would be a nice piece of gossip worthy of Cat. Time to get this over with and earn his pay.
“Mr Wayne, may I interrupt? I have a message and a drink for you from Jenny” Clark arranged his face into his most friendly dorkish guy next door expression and held up the glass. Steel grey eye's flashed over him. While the vacant smile never left Wayne's face, those eye's held a depth Clark had never seen before. A fierce intelligence literally glowed out from behind them. At least to him. How was the rest of the room not seeing this? He could feel them burn in to his sole. He'd been right there was no way Wayne was an idiot. So what was he? Allowing his senses to focus on the man as he took the drink. Wayne's fingers brushed his. That soft caress registered at the same time as the soft spicy sent of cologne hit Clark's nostrils, a moment later subtle undercurrents of musk, what was uniquely Wayne and... what was that? Leather?!? Oh Rao, filtered down through Clark like liquid fire. Both their hands were still touching the glass and more importantly, touching each other. Neither moving or breathing. Just connecting...somehow
After what seemed both a lifetime and not long enough 'not Jenny' made a coughing sound, overtly displease to have lost Wayne's attention. Clark let go. The moment broken, Clark tried to get his head together, it wasn't working. What the HELL was that? Looking back at Wayne, most would say he was as unruffled. Clark wasn't most people. The man's heart was racing ninety to the dozen, Well at least that was something. He could almost be said to have a shell shocked glint to those gorgeous steel eyes. Gorgeous steel eyes? Clark shook his head again. Time to get out of here. He needed time to think. Time to process or something. Mumbling about Jenny being over the other side of the room he made his excuses he headed out of the room. He didn't think he had made sense but 'not Jenny' was pleased to see him go and Wayne still had yet to say anything.
As he left the room he could hear Wayne asking whom the tall dark haired gentleman was. As he entered his balcony he could hear Wayne discretely making inquiries about Clark Kent. This wasn't going to go away. He wasn't sure he wanted it to. All he did know is that as he lay in bed was there was a lingering smell of spices, musk and leather on his fingers, The sound of a rapid heart on the other side of the city was in his ears. He felt more alive than he had in a long, long time.