fic: Of blind dates and ‘accidental’ dates, chapter 4, chloe/bruce
Title : Of blind-dates and ‘accidental’ dates, chapter 4
Characters/Pairings : Chloe/Bruce
Words : 1,587
Warning : None
Chapter 4
She had had a very hard and stressful working day. She was given her first assignment today and it would be due today in about two hours. But hard work was good, she argued. This way she wouldn’t have to think about the heart-ache, the anger or the embarrassment that she felt.
She didn’t know what to think about Bruce anymore. The man she had been together with yesterday was a sweet, gentle man. But all the papers and sources that she found on him said that he was an insensitive, spoilt, arrogant play-boy. And if he had just shown some of this behaviour, his ‘real’ face, she could at least hate him for the deception that he let her go through.
Why on earth hadn’t he just said that he wasn’t who she thought he was? Why hadn’t he just said ‘Uh, sorry, you got the wrong guy’? But no, he had left her in the belief that he was her blind date, and that she was the one who did wrong, namely by coming too late. And that he was the nice guy who stayed and waited for her. Right… nice guy, huh?
If only he had been honest with her from the start… She really didn’t mind him taking the place of her mystery date, she just didn’t like the dishonesty. Somehow it gave her the feeling like he was making fun of her in a way.
But she wasn’t going to think about this anymore. Or at least not for another two hours, because right now she had to finish up and give in a report about a fire in Gotham’s museum of natural history.
Her thoughts of Bruce, or better to say, her thoughts of not thinking about Bruce were interrupted by stammering and a scratchy adolescent voice. “I’ve got flowers for a …” a young man in a uniform and a silly hat started to read the name on the card “…Chloe Sullivan?” The man stood in the middle of the newsroom and looked around.
Chloe looked up from her desk and furrowed her brows. She shook her head, annoyed that that fraud date, Bruce Wayne, would dare to infest her private haven by sending flowers.
“Return it to the sender.”
It came out a little more bitter than she wanted. To her major embarrassment all the other occupants of the newsroom looked up at her bitter tone and started to take interest in what was going on.
Rita, the gossip columnist, who’s desk was next to hers looked too. She smiled sweetly and called out to the man with the delivered flowers still in hand. “Wait a second!” after having said that she jumped up from her seat and skipped toward him.
She looked at the arranged bouquet of flowers and then back to Chloe. Rita hadn’t been talking to the new addition to the Gazette before, but that didn’t stop her from being her nosy self. “Looks like someone is trying to make it up to someone. What’s wrong? You had a fight with your boyfriend and he sends you flowers as an apology?”
Chloe knew right away, from her first working day, that she wouldn’t like Rita. That feeling was now intensifying when Rita had the cheek to grab the little card attached to the flowers and read out loud the message. “Dear Chloe, I enjoyed our date yesterday and hope to repeat it very soon. Love Bruce.”
Chloe, who had gotten up from her desk while Rita read the message out loud, grabbed the little card back as well as the flowers. She shoved a five dollar bill into the hands of the message boy and stalked back to her desk, before stuffing the flowers into the bin.
The message that she tried to convey was clear. ‘That’s what I think of him!’ she thought. She hoped that her angry outburst would fend off Rita or anyone else who wanted to ask her about the flowers. Sure enough, no one bothered her afterwards. Even Rita went back to her gossip about the rich and powerful in Gotham.
She released a heavy sigh and went back to work. ‘Only two more hours’, she told her self. ‘Then you can go back to your apartment and have that little break down and make a scene like you planned the whole day long… then you can think about him, and what it probably meant or didn’t to him.’
-o-o-o-o-
She got off work rather early, having just finished and given in her work to her new boss. The editor of the Gazette had looked at it, nodded and sent her off to get home.
Now she was making her way to her new and tiny apartment. Even though it had only one room to sleep, eat and cook in, fate was nice enough by providing her own shower and toilet in the apartment. Another good thing about it was that it was near to work and therefore still in a good neighbourhood.
The wind was playing with her short hair. Twirling it around, making it look like it was dancing to a steady beat. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and covered her nose with her scarf. Gotham nights were colder than Metropolis nights.
Another strong breeze was making it harder for her to walk to her apartment without closing her eyes, or shield them by covering them with her hands. But she continued on, while mulling over the fact that even though her date hadn’t been her right date, she had had a great time. Bruce had been a gentleman and always polite and charming.
‘Darn him and his charming smile’, she thought.
She was almost at home when her cell phone began to ring. When she read the name of the person phoning her, she decided to slip her cell back into her coat, not answer the phone and instead continue into the apartment building.
She continued down the dimly lit corridors and stairs. While climbing the stairs to her apartment her cell phone rang again, and continued until she came to a stop in front of her doors.
She unlocked her door, got into her one-room apartment and closed the door behind her. She threw her coat onto the dining table that was only big enough for two, and took off her boots before throwing them next to her door. She kept the scarf on, and started to heat milk with the help of her microwave.
It was then, that this time her apartment phone started ringing. She made no movement to get to it. It continued ringing, until the answering machine turned itself on. ‘Good, I don’t want to deal with this now’ she thought.
“Chloe Sullivan…. Well sorry, but I am at the moment not available. Leave a message and I might call you back. Bye-bye.”
The buzzing of the answering machine was too loud for her taste, but it didn’t matter at the moment she decided. She was about to make herself a cup of hot-Chocó when she heard the voice of that one man that she was trying to avoid.
“… Ah, hi Chloe. It’s Bruce… You seem … I mean… I was trying to reach you. Err… I was hoping we could meet … Remember you told me about your culinary skills or the lack of it and I thought that you might want to eat something less rigid tonight. I was thinking…”
But before Bruce could finish his strings of thought, Chloe yanked the phone to her ear and started working down her pent up frustration. “How dare you phone me?! You lied to me!”
“Ok, so I guess you figured out who I was. But money isn’t really a reason to be angry with me…”
“Really? Was it some kind of sick billionaires joke?”
“Chloe, what are we talking about here?”
“You said you were my blind date! But Lois said she set me up with a guy called Harry or Larry or something…!”
“I never lied, I just didn’t elaborate on the whole truth of the situation.”
“You said, and I quote ‘remind me to thank Lois’… Now how is that not lying?” she bit out angrily.
Bruce who had been quite for a little moment replied slower this time, “I was serious. I want to thank your cousin for setting you up with a date that didn’t show up, or couldn’t wait for you to arrive. I mean, thanks to her and your forgetfulness of the actual event we did meet. What is so wrong about that?”
She was just about to answer something snide back, when her doorbell rang. Huffing in irritation she said to Bruce “Someone’s at the door, just hang on a minute. We aren’t finished yet!” and continued to the front door.
In all truth and honesty, she thought that Clark had ignored her wish of ‘alone time’ and had used his super-powers to pass by… for a talk. She hadn’t been prepared to look into the handsome face of one Bruce Wayne. The same Bruce Wayne that was still on the other line of her phone.
And so shock took over as she slammed the door shut again before he could react or say anything. She calmly placed the phone near her ear, took a deep breath and said “Good bye.” With that she hung up, finished making the hot-Chocó and drank it in one go, deciding that she needed something stronger.
END? … No, I am not that evil! Or am I? hehehehe
At this point I would like to thank all people that wrote comments or had questions… thank you, critics help and I have worked some things into the fanfic.
Oh yeah, and please note that Chloe has no idea that Lois was going to pair her with Larry ‘big-nose’, for all she knows, Larry could be an Adonis… *winkwink*
Characters/Pairings : Chloe/Bruce
Words : 1,587
Warning : None
Chapter 4
She had had a very hard and stressful working day. She was given her first assignment today and it would be due today in about two hours. But hard work was good, she argued. This way she wouldn’t have to think about the heart-ache, the anger or the embarrassment that she felt.
She didn’t know what to think about Bruce anymore. The man she had been together with yesterday was a sweet, gentle man. But all the papers and sources that she found on him said that he was an insensitive, spoilt, arrogant play-boy. And if he had just shown some of this behaviour, his ‘real’ face, she could at least hate him for the deception that he let her go through.
Why on earth hadn’t he just said that he wasn’t who she thought he was? Why hadn’t he just said ‘Uh, sorry, you got the wrong guy’? But no, he had left her in the belief that he was her blind date, and that she was the one who did wrong, namely by coming too late. And that he was the nice guy who stayed and waited for her. Right… nice guy, huh?
If only he had been honest with her from the start… She really didn’t mind him taking the place of her mystery date, she just didn’t like the dishonesty. Somehow it gave her the feeling like he was making fun of her in a way.
But she wasn’t going to think about this anymore. Or at least not for another two hours, because right now she had to finish up and give in a report about a fire in Gotham’s museum of natural history.
Her thoughts of Bruce, or better to say, her thoughts of not thinking about Bruce were interrupted by stammering and a scratchy adolescent voice. “I’ve got flowers for a …” a young man in a uniform and a silly hat started to read the name on the card “…Chloe Sullivan?” The man stood in the middle of the newsroom and looked around.
Chloe looked up from her desk and furrowed her brows. She shook her head, annoyed that that fraud date, Bruce Wayne, would dare to infest her private haven by sending flowers.
“Return it to the sender.”
It came out a little more bitter than she wanted. To her major embarrassment all the other occupants of the newsroom looked up at her bitter tone and started to take interest in what was going on.
Rita, the gossip columnist, who’s desk was next to hers looked too. She smiled sweetly and called out to the man with the delivered flowers still in hand. “Wait a second!” after having said that she jumped up from her seat and skipped toward him.
She looked at the arranged bouquet of flowers and then back to Chloe. Rita hadn’t been talking to the new addition to the Gazette before, but that didn’t stop her from being her nosy self. “Looks like someone is trying to make it up to someone. What’s wrong? You had a fight with your boyfriend and he sends you flowers as an apology?”
Chloe knew right away, from her first working day, that she wouldn’t like Rita. That feeling was now intensifying when Rita had the cheek to grab the little card attached to the flowers and read out loud the message. “Dear Chloe, I enjoyed our date yesterday and hope to repeat it very soon. Love Bruce.”
Chloe, who had gotten up from her desk while Rita read the message out loud, grabbed the little card back as well as the flowers. She shoved a five dollar bill into the hands of the message boy and stalked back to her desk, before stuffing the flowers into the bin.
The message that she tried to convey was clear. ‘That’s what I think of him!’ she thought. She hoped that her angry outburst would fend off Rita or anyone else who wanted to ask her about the flowers. Sure enough, no one bothered her afterwards. Even Rita went back to her gossip about the rich and powerful in Gotham.
She released a heavy sigh and went back to work. ‘Only two more hours’, she told her self. ‘Then you can go back to your apartment and have that little break down and make a scene like you planned the whole day long… then you can think about him, and what it probably meant or didn’t to him.’
-o-o-o-o-
She got off work rather early, having just finished and given in her work to her new boss. The editor of the Gazette had looked at it, nodded and sent her off to get home.
Now she was making her way to her new and tiny apartment. Even though it had only one room to sleep, eat and cook in, fate was nice enough by providing her own shower and toilet in the apartment. Another good thing about it was that it was near to work and therefore still in a good neighbourhood.
The wind was playing with her short hair. Twirling it around, making it look like it was dancing to a steady beat. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and covered her nose with her scarf. Gotham nights were colder than Metropolis nights.
Another strong breeze was making it harder for her to walk to her apartment without closing her eyes, or shield them by covering them with her hands. But she continued on, while mulling over the fact that even though her date hadn’t been her right date, she had had a great time. Bruce had been a gentleman and always polite and charming.
‘Darn him and his charming smile’, she thought.
She was almost at home when her cell phone began to ring. When she read the name of the person phoning her, she decided to slip her cell back into her coat, not answer the phone and instead continue into the apartment building.
She continued down the dimly lit corridors and stairs. While climbing the stairs to her apartment her cell phone rang again, and continued until she came to a stop in front of her doors.
She unlocked her door, got into her one-room apartment and closed the door behind her. She threw her coat onto the dining table that was only big enough for two, and took off her boots before throwing them next to her door. She kept the scarf on, and started to heat milk with the help of her microwave.
It was then, that this time her apartment phone started ringing. She made no movement to get to it. It continued ringing, until the answering machine turned itself on. ‘Good, I don’t want to deal with this now’ she thought.
“Chloe Sullivan…. Well sorry, but I am at the moment not available. Leave a message and I might call you back. Bye-bye.”
The buzzing of the answering machine was too loud for her taste, but it didn’t matter at the moment she decided. She was about to make herself a cup of hot-Chocó when she heard the voice of that one man that she was trying to avoid.
“… Ah, hi Chloe. It’s Bruce… You seem … I mean… I was trying to reach you. Err… I was hoping we could meet … Remember you told me about your culinary skills or the lack of it and I thought that you might want to eat something less rigid tonight. I was thinking…”
But before Bruce could finish his strings of thought, Chloe yanked the phone to her ear and started working down her pent up frustration. “How dare you phone me?! You lied to me!”
“Ok, so I guess you figured out who I was. But money isn’t really a reason to be angry with me…”
“Really? Was it some kind of sick billionaires joke?”
“Chloe, what are we talking about here?”
“You said you were my blind date! But Lois said she set me up with a guy called Harry or Larry or something…!”
“I never lied, I just didn’t elaborate on the whole truth of the situation.”
“You said, and I quote ‘remind me to thank Lois’… Now how is that not lying?” she bit out angrily.
Bruce who had been quite for a little moment replied slower this time, “I was serious. I want to thank your cousin for setting you up with a date that didn’t show up, or couldn’t wait for you to arrive. I mean, thanks to her and your forgetfulness of the actual event we did meet. What is so wrong about that?”
She was just about to answer something snide back, when her doorbell rang. Huffing in irritation she said to Bruce “Someone’s at the door, just hang on a minute. We aren’t finished yet!” and continued to the front door.
In all truth and honesty, she thought that Clark had ignored her wish of ‘alone time’ and had used his super-powers to pass by… for a talk. She hadn’t been prepared to look into the handsome face of one Bruce Wayne. The same Bruce Wayne that was still on the other line of her phone.
And so shock took over as she slammed the door shut again before he could react or say anything. She calmly placed the phone near her ear, took a deep breath and said “Good bye.” With that she hung up, finished making the hot-Chocó and drank it in one go, deciding that she needed something stronger.
END? … No, I am not that evil! Or am I? hehehehe
At this point I would like to thank all people that wrote comments or had questions… thank you, critics help and I have worked some things into the fanfic.
Oh yeah, and please note that Chloe has no idea that Lois was going to pair her with Larry ‘big-nose’, for all she knows, Larry could be an Adonis… *winkwink*