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[isitablurred]

Clark Kent here. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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[kingofrooks]

[ Afternoon of 15th June. Ring, ring, Clark. ]

[isitablurred]

[Matching phone icons. Picking up.]

Kent here.

[kingofrooks]

[ He looks hotter than you, Photoshop Effect. ]

Kent, it's me. [ Pause. ]

I think you owe me a charity date.

[isitablurred]

You're calling me to remind me about a date? And I thought you'd have had something more important in mind.

[kingofrooks]

It's a charity date. That's plenty important.

[isitablurred]

Sure. So when do you want to reschedule it for?

[kingofrooks]

How about this friday night?

[isitablurred]

[This is just weird, they still have to sort themselves out after Batman almost killed Joker, but maybe this means they can talk as themselves; as Clark and Br--well, as B.]

Sounds great. You going to pick me up, or do you have a meeting place in mind?

[kingofrooks]

[ Insert safehouse closest to Sector 10. (If Clark is keeping track, it's the one with extra-strong Darkness proofing. Metal around the wooden frames and everything.) ]

What time will you be free?

[isitablurred]

[He does consider that, but his answer is smooth.]

Should be all day. Let's make it lunch, though.

[kingofrooks]

You underestimate me.

I say dinner. 7pm.

[isitablurred]

I'd almost say you were disagreeing with me on purpose. But sure, dinner it is.

You seem pretty determined. Something you want to tell me, Bruce?

[kingofrooks]

Are you sure you're not projecting?

[isitablurred]

[A laugh.]

Well it's not like there's a shortage of attractive young women around here for you to dote on.

[kingofrooks]

There certainly are, Kent. What do you think my weeknights are for?

[isitablurred]

...

Baking?