Title: Stolen Moments 3 - SuperBatural bonus! {
from
tumblr,
also
at AO3}
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: SuperBat with Destiel references.
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 972
Summary: Bruce has a plan to ensure he and Clark
are uninterrupted on their date. It involves cosplay
disguises.
Author's Notes: One last SuperBat Secret Santa
ficlet for
angelcamael, which I absolutely could not resist doing when I
saw we had more than one favorite ship in common ;p
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Superman, and Batman
aint mine!
~
Daily Planet, this is Clark Kent.
You free tonight?
Clark smiles at the sound of the
voice on the other end of the line. I could be. Why?
Come to Gotham. Have
dinner with me.
Clark cringes. Will, uh,
the boys be home? he asks. The last time he and Bruce had
tried to spend some time alone together at the Manor hadnt
gone so well. As if it wasnt embarrassing enough to be
caught naked in the act of foreplay by nearly every member of
Bruces family, theyd all seemed to think his and
Bruces romantic bubble-bath was something of a hilarity,
and had a good laugh at their expense. Jason hadnt even
been there, and yet apparently, hes now taken to humming
the rubber-ducky song whenever he and Bruce cross paths.
Not risking any more
interruptions. Were going out.
We
are? Clark
asks, curiosity piqued.
Theres a quiet,
family-run diner downtown that I think youd like. Good
people, good food.
A diner? Isnt that a
little below Bruce Waynes usual standard?
Ill be going
incognito.
Alright, Clark
smirks, wondering what kind of disguise Bruce has planned this
time. Ill head over at around 7. Perrys got me
swamped today so I probably wont be able to get out of here
until after 6.
Ive got a better
idea. Why dont you head over straight from work instead.
Dont bother going home to get cleaned up or anything, a
little 5 oclock shadow will actually be much more
appropriate for your
date.
Okay, then, Clark
grins. The sooner the better.
Ill see you
later.
Looking forward to
it. Clark smiles, hanging up the phone.
What are you sitting
around grinning for, Kent? Did those articles I assigned you
magically write themselves or something?
Sorry, Chief.
And dont call me
Chief!
~
Its nearly 6:20 by the
time Clark makes his way up to the roof of the Planet, so he
wraps his trenchcoat tightly around himself, and flies towards
Gotham as fast as he can. Once hes downtown, he hovers in
the air for moment, scanning the area for the diner Bruce
mentioned, when he sees Bruce waiting for him outside, in full
disguise.
And what a disguise.
Old leather jacket, tight
torn-jeans, scuffed work-boots
Dirty-blond hair,
forest-green eyes, electric-razor stubble instead of Bruces
usual clean shave
and the sounds of Led Zeppelin filtering
softly through the open window of the beautiful black classic
Chevy hes leaning against.
Clark grins, untying the waist
of his rumpled trenchcoat and quickly running his fingers through
his hair so it stands up in every direction. He waits for the
coast to clear, then lands, as quickly and quietly and as close
behind Bruce as possible.
Hello, Dean.
But of course, Bruce
doesnt startle at his sudden appearance like Dean
Winchester would. He merely turns around, with a smirk on his
face, and says, Hey, Cas.
Clark cant help but grin,
from ear to ear, as Bruce reaches up to caress the stubble on
Clarks jaw. Perfect, Bruce says, before leaning
in to give Clark a kiss.
So
Clark
smirks when Bruce pulls away. Its Tuesday. Do they do
Pig N A Poke here?
Bruce chuckles. No. But
they do a pretty mean hamburger.
Clark laughs.
Perfect.
Shall we? Bruce
says, taking Clarks hand, and Clark nods, letting Bruce
lead him towards the diner.
I didnt know you
were a fan of Supernatural, Clark says once theyre
seated at their booth.
One can only hear
the phrase Shirtless
Winchesters so
many times, before one is tempted to see what all the fuss is
about, Bruce smirks, and Clark laughs. Besides, I
knew you were a fan, Bruce adds.
Oh, Clark flushes,
pleased. Yes, well, its all Kara can talk about. And
like you said, I just got sucked in.
Uh-huh, Bruce arches
a knowing eyebrow. Clark blushes even harder.
So I take it youre a
Dean fan then.
Lets just say
I have a thing for men from Kansas, Bruce answers, reaching
over to cover Clarks hand with his own. Clark finds himself
flushing again.
You make a very good
Dean, he says. But I think youd make a better
Castiel.
Oh? How so? Bruce
asks.
Oh you know, the gravelly
voice, appearing out of nowhere with all the wrath of an avenging
angel
But Dean has the
car.
Good point, Clark
chuckles.
And if anyones an
angel here, its you, Bruce murmurs.
Clark finds himself utterly
speechless at that, flushing once more.
Theres one thing I
dont agree with, though, Bruce says with an amused
quirk on his lips, In the episode where Dean compares
Castiel to
Superman
Then why would Sam be
Lois? If Deans already compared himself to
Batman
Then wouldnt that leave Sam to be
Wonder Woman?
Clark bursts out laughing.
Well, he does have the hair for it!
Lets just hope Diana
never watches the show.
~
I had a good time
tonight, Clark says as they leave diner.
So did I, Bruce
replies, pulling Clark close for another kiss. Clark hums
contentedly against Bruce lips, pulling apart with a sigh.
Theres only one
problem, though, Clark murmurs.
Hmm?
I want to fly us to bed as
quickly as possible, but I dont want to pass up the
opportunity to ride in that beautiful car.
You know I hate it when
you have to fly me around.
Of course, Dean,
Clark smirks.
Ive got a better
idea anyway. Why dont we find a secluded alley
instead?
Why? So I can beat some
sense into you?
No, Cas. So I can
park the car in it while we hop into the backseat.
Ooooh that is a very
good idea, Clark moans. Youre going to be as
bowlegged as Dean Winchester by the time Im through with
you, Bruce Wayne.
~ fin
For the prompt: Bruce and Clark going out to dinner and using
aliases so as not to get recognized. They both tease each other
about the aliases they chose good-naturedly.