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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Danny Phantom meets Superman. More accurately I should say that Danny Fenton meets Clark Kent.

Let me make this clear cause people seem to forget this: superman is smart. Clark kent is a very intelligent guy. Hes an INVESTIGATIVE journalist. He works with Lois Lane whos a multiple Pultizer prize winner and you know damn well that Lois wouldn’t work with anyone that cant keep up with her in both wits and smarts. He’s good at his job and in some comics he gets Pulitzer Prizes from some of his articles as well. Dude is dumb but he’s smart if you get what I’m saying. High Int. Low Wis.

With that in mind, During an assignment by Perry White, Lois and Clark meet the Fentons in their Amnesty residence to get some quotes on an article that discusses “Everything we thought didn’t exist is now real. Superheroes, Aliens, even Vampires, so why do we not Believe in Ghosts?”

Clark Kent spots Danny and notices instantly that MANY things are wrong with this child. His shoulders are hunched in a way that is intentional and tensed. Like he doesn’t know if he should fight or flee. His eyes are darting around and constantly taking in their surroundings like he’s waiting for something to barge in. His heart is beating far slower than it should. The kid intentionally makes his chest rise and fall but he’s not breathing in any oxygen. All of those are concerning but they can happen in metas. The thing that isn’t normal is that Clark can’t hear any of Danny’s other organs working. Like the kid is a revitalized corpse and his body only thought to bring back half of its needed functions.

So Clark does some digging. He doesn’t want to tell any of the Justice League because this isn’t a Superman job, this is a job for Clark Kent. He gets some help from Oracle and with her word that she won’t say anything to batman, He agrees to update her regularly about the kids situation.

Oracle sends over some VERY concerning documents from an organization called “The Ghost Investigation Ward”. Oracle tells Clark that she’s working on tipping off the Bats and Birds so they can help dismantle the organization.

While sifting through the documents Clark comes across a profile of a “Danny Phantom”. As I said, Clark isn’t stupid. There is definitely a profile of Danny Fenton as well since he’s the son of two world renown ghost hunters. He puts the two and two together and uncovers just the horrible treatment that Phantom has been receiving from his parents, the government, and his peers. Clark is outraged and can’t just stand aside and let this kid suffer. So he makes another trip to the Fenton residence under the guise of needing another quote and sits Danny and Jazz down and tells him that he knows of the terrible lab safety, the immoral experiments his parents do on the regular, the neglect of the kids in pursuit of scientific discovery. He knows and he wants to help. Clark tells Danny and Jazz that there is an apartment available right nextdoor from his and that he can help them get to a safer location and apply for emancipation.

The Fenton kids are shocked at this guy and his immensely kind heart. Danny knows something is up though. Something is up with Clark Kent. He looks like all his life would be spent in the gym when he isn’t at work and yet Danny can’t find a thing on Clarks interest in working out. His baggy clothes somewhat cover up his muscles but his frame is far too wide to be hidden. Clarks heartbeat is slightly faster than the average persons. No human eyes could be that startlingly sky blue. And Danny knows that he has seen Clarks face somewhere but he cant put a pin on it.

The Fenton kids agree and they get brought to metropolis and the emancipation case is no problem with the evidence Clark managed to collect. The kids get the apartment next to Clarks and Clark helps them grow and get better mentally and situationally. Clark knows that in a way he’s trying to make up for his neglect on Connor but he still knows that helping these kids is the right decision.

After a month or so, Clark and the Fenton kids have a rhythm of meeting at each others apartments, getting doted over to make sure that the fentons are well fed and have everything they need and are getting settled into their new life.

Clark hasn’t told the league. Oracle keeps her promise to keep the Fentons out of Batman and the Justice League’s radar. Clark knows that he will have to tell them soon eventually. He knows that things like this wont last. He tries his best to keep these kids happy and support them how an actual caring parent should act.

A few months into the Fentons stay in Metropolis on a cool autumn afternoon, Danny is sitting on a beanbag chair reading a ratty old book that Clark lent him as Clark is typing away on his computer writing up an article for the Daily Planet when Danny looks over to Clark and says,

“I’m Phantom.”

Clark pauses typing and shoots a small smile towards danny, “I know.”

Danny nods in relieved acceptance as Clark straightens up from his hunced over position on his computer.

He pulls back his shirt collar slightly to show the blue suit and red cape. “I’m Superman.”

Danny looks at him and smiles, “I know.”

They both just sit and continue reading and writing with soft smiles on their faces. Comforted at the exchange and that it’s finally out there and eachother knew.

After a while Danny’s obsession gets to be too much. He tells Clark about it and that he has to find a way to sate his obsession of protecting and Clark accepts that it was only a matter of time and invites him to meet the League.

When Superman brings Danny to the Watchtower, saying that the rest of his fellow superheroes were shocked would be an understatement. The Man of Steel and this ghost kid are talking like a father and son.

To say that Batman was pissed that he wasn’t informed of this child is also an understatement. But there is also some amusement and respect under that frustration. Superman managed to keep this kid under wraps and didn’t even alert Batman. Superman smirking and saying under his breath to him “Looks like the World's Greatest Detective isn’t so great huh?” Makes Batman respect the man even more.

In the Watchtower, Danny meets up with Teen Titans/The Team/Whatever They’re Called Now, and meets Conner. Conner is understandably pissed and spiteful that Danny got to have Superman as a father figure.

Conner knows that Superman treating Danny this way is definitely a way of him trying to make up for the faults and breaks he had with his parental relationship with Conner. he agrees with himself that he shouldn’t hate Danny for having Superman as a Dad and the two get along like tinder and matches. Connor still has a grudge against Superman don’t get me wrong, just not as much as before.

Sometimes while the League is in battle, Superman likes to just look for Danny and watch him hold his own against world ending threats. Danny is now truly confident and it’s no longer a facade. He’s no longer hunching into himself to look smaller. He laughs more often now and seems to be genuinely happy. Superman fondly looks at his son as his kids eyes flicker with green fire as he says a shitty ice pun and freezes Metallo in his tracks with ghostly ice.

#dp x dc #prompt #writing prompt #who am I kidding this is basically an outline of a fic not a prompt #eh might as well put the tag there #Danny phantom #dc comics #Superman #Batman #I just want happy dad Clark Kent do you understand?#I want this static ass character of a man have the writers give him some character growth so I’ll do it my self the only way I know how #writing a concept for a fic crossover that would no way in hell happen in cannon #Lois Lane gets along super well with Jazz. they’re both super smart ladies and would make an unstoppable force against nature #I like to think Danny has similar unbreakable skin besides ghost weapons like Superman and Kryptonite #so imagine Clark Kent being really happy that he can finally hug someone with his full strength and not kill them #think on that one for a second

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that-sokovian-bastard · 1 year

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Next of Kin - Bruce Wayne x (f)Pennyworth!Reader

Words: 8419 Pairing: Bruce Wayne x (f)Pennyworth!Reader Featuring: Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, random nurses and doctors Warnings: Hospital, hurt, mentions explosions, Gotham Flood, mentions gunshot, swearing, panic attack, yelling, implied smut Rated T for content and swearing. (Nothing is graphic, but there’s a lot of discussion.) Summary: You moved to Metropolis many years ago for school. Now, after graduating and having a successful career, you’re surprised to get a phone call from someone from your past. When you find out it’s about your dad, it’s time to go back to Gotham. Author’s Note: This takes place at the end of The Batman 2022. Alfred is your dad and you’re a year-ish younger than Bruce. This deals with the aftermath of the flood, and since we don’t see much of it in the movie, I had to make up my own explanations; like being transported on rafts. Also, I know Lois and Clark are not in The Batman, but I have them here and I like having them be a part of the story :)

Additional tags: Slow burn, identity reveal, texting

Bruce / Full Masterlist

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Bruce watched from outside the room. Alfred was asleep and hooked up to a few machines with a nurse and doctor in the room. A few minutes passed of Bruce silently watching before the doctor came out to talk to him.

She explained that they sedated him to help with his pain, and he would hopefully wake up in a few hours. Finally, she asked, “Is there anyone else we should notify? Next of kin?”

Bruce almost said no, not wanting to have to make the call. But he quickly got over it and said, “I’ll call his daughter.” The doctor nodded at his response and left Bruce alone. He wasn’t sure if she said anything else; he was stuck in his head now about having to call you. Bruce looked at Alfred again, seeing the nurse mess with a few things in his room.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to find a seat not too far away from Alfred’s room. Bruce scrolled through his contacts, scrolling quickly to your name and trying his hardest not to hesitate. He had no reason to be nervous, right?

Before he could talk himself out of calling you, he pressed the call button. It only rang for a few seconds before it was answered.

“Hello?” A woman said, but it wasn’t you.

“Uh,” Bruce started. “Who is this?”

The woman paused for a second. “You’re the one who called this phone. Shouldn’t you know who it is?”

Bruce was taken aback by the sudden bluntness. “I know who I called, but your voice isn’t hers,” He said, then asked where you were.

“Ah, she’s in a meeting. Left her phone with me.”

That cleared up almost nothing for Bruce.

“Why did you answer then?” He asked.

He heard a little background noise, which made sense for where you work. “I wasn’t going to, but then I saw that the contact said answer! So I did. Can I take a message?” She asked. He was worried; why were you still at work? It’s late. Who schedules a meeting this late?

“Just tell her Bruce called. It’s urgent,” He said, being blunt like the woman who answered your phone was.

“I will let her know once she’s out of her meeting, Bruce.” The woman said.

“Thanks,” Bruce finished and hung up before the woman could say another word. Looking at your contact photo for only another second, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and walked back to look at Alfred again. One more look before he got back to work.

However, on the other side of that phone call was a pair of reporters confused about the mysterious phone call. “So, the person behind the answer!, money emoji, and black heart emoji is named Bruce?” Clark asked Lois. “What else did he say?”

Lois set your phone down on your desk and turned back to Clark. “Not much. He was confused why she didn’t answer her phone, and he said it was an urgent matter,” Lois said. “Also, who the hell puts contacts in as emojis and a reminder to answer? Are all of her contacts that cryptic?” Lois asked.

Clark laughed at how distraught Lois was over how you had Bruce in as the contact. “Let’s find out,” Clark said, pulled his phone out, and called you. They were both disappointed when his call came up as merely Clark Kent.

“Okay, so either he’s an old friend, and she put his contact when they were in middle school, or it’s intentionally cryptic,” Lois deduced.

“Does it really matter?” Clark asked.

“Yes!” She demanded. “A mysterious man who doesn’t even have a normal contact name calls her, is upset when he doesn’t recognize her voice, then says something is urgent? Plus, calling late at night?” Lois asked. “Is he an informant for stories? Or could he be a secret boyfriend?” She continued. “The possibilities are endless, really, Smallville.”

Clark shook his head and moved to sit back in his chair. “Maybe we should just ask her when the meeting’s over.”

“You’re no fun,” Lois said but gave in and went back to her computer.

A painful ten minutes later, you walked out of the meeting room and back to your desk next to Clark and Lois. When they realized you were done, they stared at you as you walked across the Daily Planet’s floor. It was almost empty, being later than anyone would like to be at work. But work’s work, and you had to talk to Perry about what you were working on since it was being published soon. “What’s that look for, guys?” You asked them.

“Who’s Bruce?” Lois asked, not giving any time for you to sit down.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Bruce who?”

“I don’t know; that’s why I’m asking you!” Lois exploded. “He called, and I answered. His contact came up as answer! Followed by a money emoji and a black heart emoji. What does that even mean?”

It took a minute for you to register what Lois said. “Wait, he really called?” You set everything down and picked up your phone, scrolling to the recently called to see that he really did.

“Yeah, and he was mad when you didn’t answer. Who is he?” Lois egged on.

“He’s an old friend from before I moved here,” You quickly explained, eyes fixated on his contact name in the recent calls. “What did he say?”

Lois shrugged, looking at Clark with raised brows. This was obviously a surprise to you, and they were still trying to figure out how to react. “All he said was that it was urgent,” She finished.

“I’ve gotta call him back,” You said, and before they could say anything else, you ran out of the room to the elevators.

Ringing, ringing, ringing. Bruce really called you, huh? Sure, you guys were good friends growing up, but you hadn’t talked to him since you left for college many years ago.

On the fifth ring, Bruce answered by saying your name. “Hey, Bruce,” You replied. “Sorry about earlier; I was in a meeting. And I apologize for Lois answering. What was urgent?”

Bruce decided not to ask why you were still at work but let the question hang for a moment. “Your dad is in the hospital.”

If you didn’t have such a death grip on your phone in anticipation of talking to Bruce, you would have dropped and broken your phone at those six words. “W-what?” You barely asked.

“There was an explosion. Two hours ago. I don’t know if you’ve been seeing what’s going on here, but…” Bruce trailed off. “It was intended for me. Alfred opened the letter before I got home, and it exploded. He’s okay right now, but they had to sedate him. I needed to tell you.”

“He’s at the hospital right now?” You asked; the elevator dinged, and you got off at the lobby.

“Yes.”

“Are you there?”

“No. I got called to business,” Bruce said. “But he’s asleep right now.”

Bruce waited through your silence, letting you comprehend everything. “I’ll be there in three hours,” You said, turning right back around and getting back in the elevator.

“I don’t think that’s wise, I’m sorry,” Bruce said. “It’s not safe right now. There’s a serial killer still running around, and I was supposed to be his next victim. They’re worried he could take another shot at me. It won’t be safe,” Bruce tried his hardest to convince you not to come to Gotham. He wasn’t lying; it wasn’t safe. You just don’t know the extent that he’s involved.

“I don’t care,” You said. “It’s my dad, Bruce. I need to be there,” You told him.

He sighed, easily folding. “Okay. Call me when you get here,” He told you.

“I will. See you in three-ish hours,” You said. You both said goodbye, then ended the call. Just in time, the elevator dinged again, and you walked back into the newsroom floor. Heading right for your desk, you started to shove everything into your bag and throw your jacket on.

“Woah, what happened?” Clark asked, directing Lois’ attention to you, too.

You shook your head, holding back tears and worry. “I’m going to Gotham. Right now.”

“Gotham?” Lois asked. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Bruce just told me my dad’s in the hospital. There was an explosion.” You didn’t explain any further.

Clark and Lois exchanged a worried look. “An explosion?” Clark asked. “I haven’t seen any news about an explosion. Well, besides the one at Wayne Tower-” He said, and you made a noise, almost a laugh, that confirmed his thought. “Oh?”

“Yeah, the Bruce that called is Bruce Wayne, and my dad is his butler. Apparently, someone tried to kill Bruce. My dad opened his letter and got hurt,” You spit out, talking faster than either of them could comprehend. “So I’m going to Gotham to be with my dad.”

“Well, let us know if you need anything. If you want us to come, we’ll be there,” Lois offered a sympathetic smile. “And once your dad is better and you’re back, I’m going to need all the details about Mr. Money and Black Heart Emoji,” She winked.

You appreciated her humor, and it did make you smile a little. It might have been only for a second, but it was nice.

After you left the Daily Planet, Lois turned to Clark with an evil smile on her face. “So, she’s friends with Bruce Wayne. How didn’t we know that?” Lois said.

Clark shook his head in disappointment. “Wow, I can’t believe she had a life before meeting us,” Clark said dramatically.

“I know!” Lois echoed.

—

Bruce didn’t answer when you got into town. You didn’t think much of it, it was late when he called earlier, and now it’s even later. He probably went to bed.

You drove straight to Gotham Hospital to see if you could see your dad. It was the middle of the night, but hopefully Bruce told them you were coming so you could still see him. It was easy enough to park your car and rush inside, explaining the situation to the nurse. She wasn’t supposed to let you see him, but if you didn’t say anything, she’d let you go back. Obviously, you agreed, and she directed you to your dad’s room.

Down the hall, you looked at different room numbers until you found the right one. Once you did, you bolted into the room and next to your dad. You called for him a few times, but he didn’t respond. Still asleep. Machines beeped around the room, but he seemed okay. As okay as a man with explosion burns and sedation can be, but okay. Once you sat on the chair next to him, you checked your phone to see a missed call from Bruce and a text.

Answer! 💵🖤: Did you make it to Gotham? You: Yes. Just got to the hospital, in my dad’s room. He’s still asleep. Answer! 💵🖤: I’ll be there soon.

You didn’t respond again, but you did think that maybe you should change his contact name. You kept it secret so in case anyone saw your phone, no one would know that it was the Bruce Wayne, but it was a little over-dramatic. Oh well, that didn’t matter right now. You put your phone back in your pocket and just watched your dad, making sure his breathing was okay, and the machines were in order.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there with a blank mind, but you came out of it when the door opened, and Bruce walked in. “Hey,” He said.

“Hey,” You replied, looking away from Alfred for the first time since you put your phone away.

“He’s still out?” He asked.

You didn’t say anything, just nodded, then looked back to your dad. Bruce moved the other chair that was in a corner of the room and sat it next to you. “How was the drive?” Bruce asked.

“I blacked out for most of it, so I guess it was okay,” You told him. You knew Bruce was trying to make small conversation to ease your anxiety about your dad, but you weren’t sure any of it would help.

You saw Bruce nod out of the corner of your eye, still not taking your eyes off Alfred. “How’s work? I noticed you were there late tonight.”

You shrugged. “I like it. And being there late is sometimes how it goes. I’m working on an important story about to be published, and we had to have a last-minute meeting. My friends were waiting for me because we were going to get drinks, but then I came here,” You said.

“The one that answered your phone was interesting,” Bruce said. He was also staring at Alfred, trying his hardest not to make it awkward. But how do you not have awkwardness when you haven’t seen each other in seven years? Sure, you guys exchanged happy birthdays through texts, but Bruce had been traveling up until two years ago, and he’s always busy with work, so you guys were out of touch. Even for holidays you didn’t come back to Gotham, your dad usually came to Metropolis, or you met on vacations.

You stifled a laugh as you thought about how Lois could be. “Yeah, Lois can be a bit intimidating. I think she was more so to you because of the cryptic contact name I have for you.”

“Cryptic?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, remember, I put you in as not your name before I left in case anyone saw it or stole my phone. I didn’t want your number exposed,” You said.

Again, Bruce nodded. “Right, forgot about that. Do you balance out her intimidating people?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation light and not about what happened to Alfred.

“No, I’m the middle. Clark is the pushover,” You said.

“Clark?”

“Yeah, he’s a farm boy from Kansas. Real soft-spoken but a sweet guy. He balances out Lois,” You flashed a small smile. “The three of us work as a team a lot, plus a photographer. It’s a good team.”

Bruce finally looked away from Alfred to look at you, who was still looking at Alfred. “Well, I’m glad Metropolis has been good to you.”

“It has. I do miss being with dad and hanging out with you, though,” You said. Just as you finished that thought, you noticed your dad’s eyes move, and his body shift. Bruce’s head snapped back over to Alfred once he realized he was waking up.

Alfred’s eyes opened slowly, and you were smiling. When he realized it was you sitting in front of him, a smile grew on his face, too. “Am I dreaming?” He croaked out.

“No, dad, I’m here,” You said.

Alfred relaxed in his smile, then shifted his eyes to Bruce next to you. His smile grew upon seeing that Bruce was there, too. His two favorite people in the world were waiting for him.

Bruce’s expression hadn’t changed since he walked in. “I need to talk with you,” Bruce said.

“He just woke up, Bruce; give him a few minutes,” You tried to stop him.

Weakly, Alfred shook his head. “It’s fine. What do we need to discuss?”

Bruce turned to you again. “Do you mind letting me speak with your dad privately for a few minutes?” He asked.

You shot him a small glare, then stood up. “Fine, but only a few minutes.” You told your dad you’d be right back, then left the room and shut the door. You stood outside but couldn’t hear anything since they were talking quietly. You watched your dad’s smile fade and decided you couldn’t watch anymore and pulled out your phone again. You had a few missed texts from Clark and Lois, so you thought it was best to respond to them.

Lois: Let us know when you make it to Gotham Clark: Safely, please! Lois: You should live life on the edge sometimes, Smallville. Clark: Gotham is a lot different than Metropolis. I just want her to be safe. You: I made it safely a little while ago. I’m at the hospital with my dad and Bruce. Lois: Good!

You felt your phone buzz a few more times, but you had already lost focus and abandoned texting. The conversation between your dad and Bruce looked strange. Alfred looked upset at one point, then went back to being calm, and Bruce’s composure never seemed to change. After a few minutes of just watching them, your dad slowly raised his hand and called you in.

Sitting back in the chair, he reached for both yours and Bruce’s hands. “You two are so important to me; you know that,” Your dad said. You thought he would continue, but Bruce caught his attention when he looked out the window, and his eyes followed. There was a weird light in the sky, something you had never seen before. “You should go,” Alfred said, directed at Bruce.

“Right,” Bruce said, slowly let go of Alfred’s hand and stood up. He looked at you once more before leaving. “Call me if anything changes. I have some more work I have to do,” He explained. You nodded, and Bruce left.

Alfred looked back at you, smiling again. “Dad,” You started. “What is that?” You pointed at the window, the weird bat-shaped light.

“It’s the bat-signal, I think it’s called. It tells the Batman he’s needed,” He explained.

“The bat-signal? The who?” You asked again.

Alfred ticked his tongue. “That’s right; you don’t know about him. There’s a man protecting Gotham, working with the police, who wears a bat-shaped suit. I don’t know how the general public feels about him, the Batman,” Alfred elaborated. “Kind of like Superman, but I don’t believe Batman has any superpowers—just a funny suit,” He said. “The Riddler has been leaving notes for him. That’s how I knew there was an explosive. Inside the envelope was a fireproof bag with to the Batman written on the front.”

“Oh, so-” You went to ask another question, but you were cut off by a nurse coming in.

“I’m glad to see you awake, Mr. Pennyworth. How are you feeling?” She asked, and your dad started answering her questions as she marked things down. You let her do her job, just sitting in your chair and waiting. Again, you were distracted by your phone buzzing.

Lois: Good! Clark: Everything going well? Lois: Did you throw your phone out of the window right after you sent that text? Clark: I’m sure she’s just with her dad, she’ll respond when she can. You: Yes, sorry, I was talking to dad. You: Also did you guys know there's a superman opposite in Gotham? Lois: what is that supposed to mean? You: There’s a man who dresses up as a bat to protect Gotham. But he doesn't have any superpowers and people don't like him. Clark: I’ve heard of him, but I've heard it’s a myth. You: he's not a myth, there was something addressed “to the batman” when my dad opened the exploding letter, so… Lois: Bruce Wayne AND a batman? Wow, you have so much to tell us. Lois: also, how’s your dad? You: he’ll be okay and that's all I care about Lois: and Mr. 💵🖤?

As you read that text, you snapped back to reality as the nurse was speaking to you. “I’m sorry, Miss Pennyworth, but we need to run some tests on your dad, and visitors were supposed to leave a while ago,” The nurse said. “You can return in the morning,” She smiled.

“Oh, okay, just let me say goodbye, and I’ll head out,” You said, sending two more texts to your group chat to keep them satisfied.

You: That’s always a loaded question. You: Brb, the hospital is kicking me out and I gotta say bye to him

The nurse typed some more things on her computer while you said goodbye. “Call me if anything changes, dad,” You told him.

“You worry too much,” He smiled, “But I will. Get a good night’s rest. I’m sure you’re tired after your drive,” He said.

“I will, but, uh-”

“Go to the Tower. Your room is still yours,” He answered your question before you could even ask it. “I’ll be okay.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand once more. “Okay, I’ll be back here bright and early,” You promised. One more goodbye and you gathered your bag and coat and exited the room, then the hospital. Before making the drive to Wayne Tower, you checked your phone again and responded to a few more texts.

Clark: do you have a place to stay? You: Yeah, my dad said my room at wayne tower is still mine so I'm just going there. Lois: Your room at Wayne Tower???? Girl, why have you not done an exclusive on Bruce Wayne? Clark: I assume because of her journalistic integrity, Lois Lois: Lame.

Shaking your head at Lois’ last text, you set the phone down and focused on the road. You were worried about going to the Tower and seeing the aftermath of the explosion, but it seemed mostly cleaned up. You used the key that was still on your keyring to get into the residential entrance and head upstairs. You frightened Dory for only a second before she realized it was just you, and you explained why you were there, even if she put it all together.

She bid you goodnight as you walked to your room, and she went back to her place on the couch, anxious out of her mind. But you couldn’t worry about that now; you were exhausted.

—

As soon as the hospital allowed visitors, you were there. You’d been at your dad’s beside all day, save for bathroom breaks and when you went to the cafeteria for food. The doctor assured the both of you that he would make a full recovery, and it’s a good thing he realized it was an explosive and threw it to the other side of the room. If he had been holding it when it went off, things could have been much worse.

Throughout the day, your dad told you what had been going on in Gotham for the last week. You had heard a few things here and there about important people murdered, but that wasn’t your story to cover, and you had been so busy you never got to do your own research. Hearing it from your dad was a bit worrying, especially when he told you why Riddler wanted Bruce dead. Hopefully they’ll both be safe, and the police will catch Riddler soon.

That hope was quickly answered, as later that night, Riddler was caught after shooting Carmine Falcone.

Now, it was almost time for the hospital to close visiting hours, but you convinced the nurse to kick you out last so you could watch the new mayor’s speech. She allowed it, warning you that she could only give you maybe an hour. You thanked her and turned up the volume on the shitty hospital TV. News anchors talked as they waited for Bella Reál to give her electoral speech.

The anchors left the screen as the cameras changed to a live view of Gotham Square Garden, and people celebrated. Just as she was about to start her speech, both you and your dad jumped at the loud, strange noises outside.

“Was that an explosion?” He asked.

You stood up and walked over to the window, only to be met with a few subsequent explosions in the distance. “Holy shit!” You shouted and backed away from the window. At the same time, the celebrations on the TV were gone as “BREAKING NEWS” flashed on the screen, and the anchors returned. They started talking about explosions causing the dam wall to lose its integrity and water is coming into the city. They warn everyone to stay inside if they are, and if you’re outside, to get inside. Many people headed to Gotham Square Garden because so many people were already nearby or the water forced them there.

You pulled your phone out and called Bruce. You had no idea where he was, and you were muttering to yourself, hoping he was at Wayne Tower. But he didn’t answer, and that didn’t ease your worry in the slightest.

“Sweetheart,” Alfred caught your attention. “He’s okay, I promise,” He said. “Trust me.”

“How do you know?” You asked while calling Bruce again.

Alfred sighed. “I just do. He said he was…going to bed early tonight. He sent me a message.”

“So he’s at the Tower?”

“Yes, I believe so. He’s okay,” Your dad assured you. You didn’t stop trying to call Bruce; you needed confirmation. The news reports played behind you, now reporting from inside Gotham Square Garden. People piled in, water quickly surrounding them. Suddenly, Bella Reál was shot: some kind of Riddler followers were there, prepared, ready to take people out. You and your dad watched silently, your phone still dialing Bruce, and the Batman showed up.

You gave up on calling Bruce, but that did not stop you from freaking out. Why isn’t he answering? By now, the number of times you’ve called him, he should’ve woken up and answered. But now you’re worried he’s hurt, too.

“Honey, please just trust me. Bruce is okay,” Alfred tried to promise you. “Take a deep breath and relax with me. It will be all right,” He held his hand out for you to walk back to his side. You slowly took your dad’s hand and sat back in your chair. He watched you take slow, deep breaths like he guided and hoped you would actually relax. How Alfred wished he could tell you why he was so certain Bruce was okay…

Solely for your dad’s sanity, you pretended to fully trust him that Bruce is okay. Inside you may be freaking out, but on the outside, you showed that you were calming down.

For now, the two of you sat in silence, watching the chaotic news report that cut out every few minutes. There was no way you were leaving the hospital now, not until everything calmed down and you could possibly even think about how to get back to Wayne Tower, let alone back to Metropolis. So, with nurses running around the hallways, probably preparing for patients from Gotham Square Garden and others hurt by the flood.

As you sat with your dad, you weren’t sure what to say. You wanted to call Bruce again, but had to hold back. You jumped when you felt your phone buzz, hoping it was finally an update from Bruce. Instead, it was just your friends.

Lois: Just saw what happened in Gotham. Are you ok?? Clark: What did I miss? Lois: A bunch of cars exploded and the city is flooding Clark: What??? You: I’m okay. I’m at the hospital with my dad, visiting hours almost finished but now I’m stuck here until it’s safer to leave. Clark: When do we think that is? You: Not sure. Lots of people are stuck in GSG and the new mayor was shot. Batman is there but the live feed keeps cutting out, so not entirely sure what’s going on. You: Also I’m pretending to not freak out because my dad keeps telling me he’s okay but I’ve called Bruce 20 times and he hasn’t answered. I’m so worried he got caught in the flood and got hurt. Lois: I hope he’s okay and just not seeing your calls. I’m so glad you and your dad are safe. Clark: Me too. Don’t leave the hospital if you can’t get back to Wayne Tower safely. You: I know. But I also can’t wait to get there to see if Bruce really is just sleeping and fine.

The conversation died off, both of your friends offering their support. Now with them updated, there was only one person you needed to hear from.

A few hours later, after barely speaking and your dad falling in and out of sleep, his doctor came into the room. “I don’t want to do this to you and your father, Miss Pennyworth, but with how quickly your father is recovering, we are going to discharge him in the morning,” She told you.

“Discharge him? How are we supposed to get back home with the city underwater?” You asked.

“I have received reports that there will be people, the police, helping transport from the hospital to their homes, so no one else gets hurt. Truthfully, your dad just needs rest and to stay on top of his medicines, and he will make a full recovery. I’m sure he will be happy to be back in his own bed to do so,” She tried to make this situation sound as appealing as possible, but you knew the real reason he was being discharged:

Your dad is in recovery, not active treatment. They’ve run tests and received no damaging results, luckily. But with the city flooding, many more people were hurt and needed active attention; you’re sure they just want the room for other patients. It made sense, but it didn’t make you any less worried about your dad and his condition.

“We will continue to monitor him throughout the night, and if nothing changes, he will be discharged in the morning, and GCPD and volunteers will ensure your safe return home. I am fully confident that Mr. Pennyworth will only prove to get better, granted he takes it easy and takes his medicine,” The doctor continued.

“I understand. I’m not going anywhere, so I’ll see you if anything changes or he’s being discharged,” You told her, and she offered a sympathetic smile and a goodnight before walking to another patient’s room.

Great.

You: lol hospital is kicking my dad out because they need room for flood patients. Clark: Is your dad well enough to leave? You: I guess we’ll find out. The doctor seemed confident that he’s got a perfect recovery but I’m still worried. Lois: How the hell are you getting back to Wayne Tower? The city is underwater! You: Not sure, but the doctor said something about GCPD and volunteers helping people to their homes. Lois: Wow. We’ve got you guys in our thoughts!

You didn’t realize it, but “the morning” is only a few more hours away. This night has already felt like an eternity, waiting for any update on the situation, your dad’s health, and still not hearing from Bruce.

Before you knew it, you were being woken up by your dad shaking your shoulder. “What are you doing out of bed?” You asked him when you realized he was standing.

“We’re leaving,” He said.

“It’s not morning yet?” You said, but it came out as a question.

Alfred looked to the window. “It is. The doctor came in and updated me on what she told you earlier, gave me my medicine, and I signed the discharge papers. A nurse also just came and said the people are ready for us to help us get home,” He explained and grabbed your hand to get you out of the chair.

“You already signed the papers? I haven’t even talked to the doctor!” You tried to object this entire situation.

“Honey,” Your dad started, “I talked to her. She says I will recover fine, and I believe her. Plus, I’m sure they need the room for more urgent matters,” He said, starting toward the door with his hand holding yours.

There was no point in arguing with him; what’s done is already done. This also meant that you finally got to find out if Bruce is okay, like your dad keeps demanding.

Outside, there were people wearing brightly colored vests to direct attention. Depending on where in the city you were, there were different water levels. But, for total safety, some kind of rafts were used for the hospital area since the inner part of the city was very much so underwater.

“Where to?” The man asked your dad.

Alfred told him the address. “It’s the Wayne Tower. I’m the butler,” He quickly explained.

The man nodded and reiterated the information to another man and that man to another man. It seemed like most people were headed to the outer city, away from the major flooding, but Wayne Tower was surrounded by water-filled streets, so it caused for more danger and worry about transporting.

“I’ll take them,” A deep voice offered. “Keep taking others to the outer city. I can get them to Wayne Tower safely,” The fucking Batman assured you, your father, and GCPD.

Just a few days ago, you didn’t even know this man existed, and now he was going to escort you to Wayne Tower?

However, no one objected, and instead, you and your dad were helped into the raft. The transport to the Tower was silent as you watched the quiet city, you tried to not let your anxiety build as you got closer to the Tower. You were hoping that Bruce was just asleep (for multiple days?), but what if he wasn’t? What then?

“The main entrance is blocked by the water, so I will help you in through a window,” Batman said as the raft approached Wayne Tower. If by a stroke of luck, the window you and your dad were going to enter was the hallway where the bedrooms are. Once Batman got the window easily open, he helped your dad inside first, then you. When your feet touched the floor, you ran down the hallway to Bruce’s room and threw the door open.

“Dad, he’s not here!” You said, panicked.

Alfred shook his head. “Perhaps he is downstairs?”

“He hasn’t responded to me in days, something’s wrong,” You ignored his idea and walked back to the window, making close eye contact with Batman. “I know you’re busy, but please, I need to know that Bruce Wayne is okay and safe.”

“He is.”

“How do you know?” You asked, your voice getting louder, worrying that he was lying. How would Batman know?

Batman turned his head to the side. “Miss Pennyworth, I just need you to trust me; he’s okay and safe,” Batman said.

You groaned loudly and threw your hands in the air, clearly frustrated. “How am I supposed to trust you? I don’t know you! How do you know Bruce is okay? He’s not here, but he doesn’t leave the Tower! Ever!” You shouted. “Where would he be? If he left, I’m worried he got caught in the flood!”

“Darling,” Your dad caught your attention. “I’m sure Batman has many important things to do-”

“Yeah! Like find a missing person!” You said. Slowly, Alfred walked closer to you and grabbed your arm, but you didn’t let him get in a word. You tried to walk toward the window again, but your dad had a tough grip on your arm to hold you back. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, but it didn’t work. “I haven’t heard from him in over a day, not even a text! I need you to find him, I need him to be okay!”

Batman’s masked face stayed the same blank expression. “He is okay.”

“Stop telling me that!” You shouted, this time almost breaking away from your dad’s grip, but he was still holding you. “You continuing to insist it only makes me believe the opposite!”

Your dad tried calming you down, putting his other hand on your other arm and turning you to look at him, but you wouldn’t hear it. Finally, Batman said your first name, loud enough to stop your rampage. It shocked you to hear him say your name, which helped in silencing you. Your head turned to the window when he said your name, and you watched when he entered the Tower, shut the window behind himself, and then shut the curtains.

Slowly, Batman looked down, and his hands went up to his face. He grabbed the edge of his mask and lifted it off, you staring in awe. Once the mask was almost fully off, he looked up at you. “I promise, I’m okay,” He—Bruce—said. “Just really busy.”

Your shoulders relaxed, and your dad let go. “Oh,” was all you could croak out.

“Sorry I didn’t answer. I left my phone here,” He said. “I didn’t know you were so worried.”

“Well, yeah!” You expressed, a big sigh following. “I want to say this makes a lot of sense, but I’m gonna need some time to process.”

Bruce cracked the smallest smile and looked to Alfred, who gave him one nod in response. “Okay, you process. I’m going to go help some more people. I will definitely be back tonight, and we can talk about whatever you want,” He said.

“Just be safe,” You advised, and Bruce nodded and exited through the window again after putting his mask back on. Once he was far enough away, you turned around quickly. “He’s Batman?” You asked your dad, voice slightly raised. Again, Alfred only nodded. “If you had told me that, it would have saved me a lot of worrying!”

This time, your dad laughed. “I don’t know about that. I think you would have only worried more.”

You rolled your eyes, not giving him the satisfaction of telling him he was right. After you got him into bed and filled up some water, you felt you could finally relax for the first time since arriving in Gotham. Though, you would be checking on your dad every few hours to make sure everything was okay.

Sitting down on your bed, you checked your phone again.

Clark: Please keep us updated, we’ve been worrying sick about you guys Lois: Yes, please do! You: Dad and I made it back to Wayne Tower. The Batman actually escorted us. Lois: WHAT Clark: So he’s really not a myth then? You: Nah, not a myth. Just kinda weird. Lois: Huh, a man in a bat suit with no superpowers is kinda weird? Never would’ve guessed. Lois: How’s 💵🖤? You: He’s fine, he lost his phone. Lois: Oh, good. Glad he’s okay! Clark: Also, you need to call Perry. We told him your current situation, and he wants you to do a story on your first-hand experience since everyone else is just reporting from afar. You: I hope he likes my review of Gotham Hospital’s food.

—

You called Perry shortly after Clark told you to, and you apologized to him that you weren’t sure when you’d be able to get back to Metropolis because of the flood. He had to understand because there was nothing you could do until there was a safe way out of Gotham. However, he was going to use this opportunity of having one of his reporters literally in the middle of the mess going on in Gotham.

You told him you’d write an article, but it would be focused on the flood. You weren’t comfortable discussing the Riddler’s victims, especially since you didn’t get to Gotham until that was already passed. He was fine with that, mostly worried about getting flood coverage, which you would do.

Between checking on your dad every few hours and trying to write this article, time passed faster than you realized. Before you knew it, the sun was set, and you were starving. Luckily, the kitchen is always stocked, so you could make something for you and your dad to eat, even if he didn’t have much of an appetite.

He ate in bed, and you stayed in the kitchen to eat for easier cleanup. As you scrolled through your phone, replying to Lois and Clark’s random, much less worried, texts, you jumped when you saw Bruce out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh, hey, you scared me,” You watched him approach where you were sitting.

“Didn’t mean to, sorry,” Bruce apologized. “How’s Alfred?”

You shrugged. “He’s resting. I gave him dinner, but I don’t think he’ll eat much of it,” You explained. “Speaking of, I made enough for you; it’s over on the counter,” You gestured toward it. “I figured you’d be hungry after such a long day.”

“I’m not so sure,” Bruce sighed, and instead of going to get the food, he sat across from you. “It’s bad out there.”

“I don’t doubt that, unfortunately. Gotham is already bad enough, now with most of the city underwater...” You trailed off.

“I’m worried about the parts that aren’t flooded, and we can’t get to. Crime will be worse there, and who’s to say what will happen after all the water is gone? Someone’s going to try to claim the area,” Bruce said. “Even I can’t get over to those areas to try to prevent it. It was hard enough to get back here without being spotted.”

You set your fork down and looked into Bruce’s eyes. “Why did you become Batman?”

Bruce didn’t say anything at first, surprised by the question. He coughed, giving himself a few seconds to regain his thoughts. “Uh, a few reasons. My parents, crime in the city,” He said, giving a half-assed answer, but it was good enough for you. “Just the right thing to do.”

“You really had me worried, Bruce,” You said. “I was killing myself over the fact that you weren’t responding to me. I thought you got seriously hurt.”

“I had no idea you were,” He replied. “If I knew, I would have gone about things differently.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You would have told me if you knew I was worried?”

“I don’t know. I only told you because you were nearly having a panic attack, and I couldn’t explain how I knew Bruce Wayne was okay, so the easiest way was to show you,” Bruce explained. “If I knew ahead of time you’d be so worried, I would have at least come up with a better cover story,” He joked slightly, allowing a small smile to crack.

“Yeah, that probably would’ve helped. My dad just kept insisting you were asleep, which didn’t make sense to me. But he was so adamant!” You complained.

You noticed Bruce’s smile fall as he looked serious again. “It’s been so long since you’ve been here that I didn’t think you would care at all.”

“Why wouldn’t I care? I know I’ve been in Metropolis for years, but you’ve always been my friend. Of course, I care!” You said.

Bruce shrugged. “Like I said, it’s been so long. You haven’t been back to Gotham since you left for school. Then you got a career, some good friends, a boyfriend-”

“Boyfriend? Who’s my boyfriend?” You cut him off.

He stared at you for a second, clearly confused. “I thought the guy on your team was your boyfriend.”

“Clark?” You laughed. “No, he’s great, but I have no clue where you got that from,” You said. “He’s in love with Lois, but Lois is in love with Superman.”

“So, he’s not…?” Bruce asked carefully.

“He’s not. What made you think that?” You asked, but Bruce didn’t answer fast enough for your satisfaction. “You just jumped to a conclusion, huh?”

Bruce shook his head in disappointment at himself. “I guess so,” He said. But he totally, totally, did. He heard you talk about that guy once and made a connection that wasn’t even there.

“Were you upset that you thought I had a boyfriend?” You smirked.

“What?”

“Was there even the smallest chance that you were jealous of my boyfriend from Metropolis?” You asked, your smirk still there as you teased Bruce.

Bruce furrowed his face. “Jealous?”

Your smirk turned into a soft smile. “I’m just messing with you, Bruce.”

He nodded, and the conversation died off. You had finished your dinner, so the two of you were sitting there in silence. Bruce was stuck in his head again, trying to deduce if he was jealous. Was he? Was he jealous of this man he thought was your boyfriend? Or was he jealous of your life and how different it is from his? He didn’t know what he was jealous over, but he quickly discovered he was jealous about something.

He might hide himself and his emotions from most of the world, but he grew up with you. If there was one person he was comfortable sharing his emotions with, it was you.

Bruce took a deep breath as he looked at his hands fiddling on the table. “I think I was.”

“Think you were…about what?” You asked, not a clue what he was referencing.

“Jealous,” He repeated. “I think I was jealous. Of the guy.”

You were still confused. He was answering your questions, but the context was not there. “The guy? Clark?”

“Yeah. When I thought he was your boyfriend,” Bruce admitted.

“Oh?” You asked. “You were jealous of my not-boyfriend?” You asked, and you were now putting things together. “How come?”

Bruce huffed when he realized that you were catching on. “Are you going to make me spell it out?”

“Spell what out?” You continued playing dumb.

Now completely sure you were teasing him, Bruce rolled his eyes and stood up. You were still sitting in your chair and watched as Bruce walked around the small table. He stopped when he was right beside you and you turned your body to look up at him, the teasing look still on your face. “Hey,” You said, innocent, as you kept looking up at him standing over you.

“Hey,” He repeated and swiftly put his hand gently under your chin, leaning in and giving you a kiss. It was short and sweet, and he released quickly. Bruce may have pulled back, but he was only a few inches away. “There, does that spell it out?” He asked, now teasing you.

Your teasing look turned into a fuller smile, and you reached up to pull him back in for another kiss. This kiss lasted longer, and without breaking apart, you stood up out of the chair to get closer. Your hands wrapped around each other, and the kiss continued much longer than either of you expected; almost like you’d both been waiting seven years for this.

When you finally released for air, you replied to his question. “I think it spells it out,” You said breathlessly.

This time, Bruce didn’t have anything to reply with besides pulling you back to him. It was definitely something both of you had been waiting for for over seven years, so now was the perfect excuse to make up for lost time. Stuck in Gotham, in a secluded Tower surrounded by water? Yes, making up for lost time seemed like the only option as you two moved from the kitchen and down the hall.

—

You: Bruce thought Clark was my boyfriend. Clark: ?????? Clark: I’ve never even talked to this guy, where did that come from? You: I told him about my job and mentioned you guys, and he jumped to conclusions. Lois: So, how did you find out that he thought that? He asked? You: yeah he asked Lois: and? You: I told him no. You: Completely unrelated, it’s a good thing Gotham and Metropolis are only 3 hours apart. Clark: What are you implying there You: idk You: Also unrelated, he’s a good kisser Lois: YOU LEAVE METROPOLIS FOR THREE DAYS AND YOU’RE KISSING BRUCE WAYNE????? You: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Lois: WELLLLL GOOD MORNING HUH Lois: I cannot wait to hear all about Mr. 💵🖤 Lois: Does this mean I can meet him? Will he give me an exclusive? Clark: I thought I told you the reason she hasn’t done an exclusive with him is because of her journalistic integrity. Lois: Yeah, HERS! Not mine! I can do an exclusive on Mr. 💵🖤 kissing our girl!

You laughed at the texts, trying your hardest not to be loud. You knew telling them would make for a big reaction from Lois, but it was more than you expected. Holding back your laughs only made her texts funnier, especially because you could hear her voice in your head saying them as you read.

“What’s going on?”

You looked to your side to see that Bruce was awake. “Oh, nothing. I was texting with Clark and Lois, and they made me laugh, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” He grumbled and sat up a little to fluff his pillow. “What time is it?”

“Eight.”

Bruce groaned and fell back into his pillow. “Why are you awake so early?”

“I had some important emails to answer. Oh, also, Lois wants to know if you’d give her an exclusive,” You smiled, trying not to laugh again.

He looked at you, no expression on his face. “No,” He said. “I’m going back to sleep until my alarm goes off,” He said and promptly shut his eyes.

“Goodnight,” You shook your head and went back to your phone.

You: He says no. Lois: I’ll break him down. Clark: I don’t know if you should let Lois meet Bruce. You: I think I agree, Clark. Lois: One day he’ll visit Metropolis. Lois: He’ll visit you at the Daily Planet. Lois: And that’s when I’ll strike. Lois: I WILL get that exclusive from the elusive, mysterious Mr. Bruce “💵🖤” Wayne.

You laughed again at Lois’s texts, unable to hold back this time.

“Shhhhhh,” Bruce pleaded, and you quickly apologized. “Put the phone down and go back to sleep,” He mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

You: Good luck with that, Lois. You: But I’ve got to go. I keep laughing and I woke up Bruce. He told me to go back to sleep. Lois: oops Lois: WAIT Lois: HUH? Lois: ARE YOU IN THE SAME BED??? You: talk later! Clark: Bye! Lois: OH I CAN’T WAIT TILL YOU’RE BACK, YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME THEN!

With one more laugh, Bruce’s eyes opened. “I’m begging you,” He reached to push the phone out of your hands, but missed as you were already moving it back to the nightstand.

“I just told them I’d talk later. We can go back to sleep,” You said and adjusted to lay back down fully. “But not for too long.”

Bruce smiled slightly when you faced him, finally ready to go back to sleep.

Oh, this was totally worth the wait.

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Clark Kent x Black reader

⚠️bit of a make out scene at the end no Minors!⚠️

Clark starts to notice how much he loves you

You had an amazing smile. How did he not see it until now? I mean you were always pretty he wasn't going to deny that maybe it was because she was his best friend that he didn't really see it until now when he made a joke which he didn't think was funny until you laughed giving him a beautiful smile it made his heart beat fast wow did you make his heart beat so fast

"Clark? Clark? Hey Kent!"

"Hm? Yeah?"

"Are you okay hon? You space out in me for second there."

He blushed as you placed a warm hand on his cheek

"I'm fine just uh just thinking "

"About?"

"Nothing important?"

"Well than as long as your okay love."

'Love' oh he absolutely love when you called him that! How it rolled off your lips was to much for him to bare why was he feeling like this now? He's been friends with you since highschool and he has Lois the woman he cares about and was even considering marrying.

"Oh come on Clark you should be happy for me I finally got a date!"

"I am happy."

"Liar!"

"I'm not lying!"

"Your making that face love."

"What face?"

"The face you make whenever you look worried. I'll be fine." There you go again with that smile once again making his heart beat faster than usual it was insane that a single smile could make his heart go wild.

Later that night he gotten a phone call from you he picked up and he could hear it in your voice that you had been crying he dropped everything he was doing and rushed over to your apartment when he got there you were sitting on the sofa holding the stuffed teddy bear he had given you on you birthday when she heard him enter she run over and gave him a hug crying into his chest. Your date had never showed up at the restaurant leaving you sitting there all night like a fool it took a lot to make Clark angry but seeing the tears rolling down your face made him want to find the idiot and make him apologize but he had to be here for you. So the whole night they sat on the sofa hugging enough other she fell asleep in his arms he moved a bit if curly hair out of your face he hated seeing you upset but was happy he could always be there for comfort.

The next morning he had gotten into a fight with Lois about how he spent more time with you than with her and how he wasn't putting the effort to make up for lost time in their relationship. He would apologize and tell her that he didn't mean to make her feel less important but there was an emergency and he needed to be there for you he didn't know he'd fall asleep with her (he wasn't going to tell her that if course) that's when Lois made him choose you or her she gave him a week to think it over so that's what he did he went to Bruce for advice and he gave it to him straight that his relationship wasn't anything of his concern but could understand where Lois was coming from not wanting to be second in their relationship which honestly made Clark frown he never made Lois second place yes you were important but did it really seem that way? That's when thought about the night he died the last person he thought of was you how your reaction to his dead fighting a monster for people who didn't deserve him.

"Bruce I honestly don't know what to do."

"You have to pick Clark. Lois or Y/n you can't have both."

"I love Lois and she knows that why is she making me choose?!"

"Because she knows that you have feelings towards Y/n and that you will always love her more Clark."

He wanted to deny it but he stayed quiet because in his heart he knew that Bruce was right. He did live Lois but when ever they kissed his thoughts would go straight to thinking about you and how it would feel to kiss you instead of Lois he always felt bad for having no thoughts but he couldn't help it. He made his decision the next day he was at your apartment eating breakfast.

"You broke up with Lois? Why I thought you were planning to propose!"

"We...we were having issues."

"Issues? What kind of issues Clark I don't understand I thought you loved her?"

"I did but not the way I thought I did...i guess when I died the feelings for her also died."

"Wow that's sad Clark I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? You had nothing to do with me messing up my own relationship."

he was partly lying but he did not want to tell her the main reason why his relationship with Lois had ended was partly because of his feelings towards you but obviously he was not going to ever ever tell you that!

"Hmp okay sure."

"What's with that sarcastic remark."

"Okay I was going to say anything but pretty sure you guys broke up because of me right?"

"I wouldn't say it like that."

"But that is what happened right?"

"She tried to make me choose between you or her and I didn't want to pick who I can and cannot hang around with.."

"Okay I understand but if your partner is telling you that she feels unhappy that you're always with your female friend instead of her and maybe you guys should have talked about it."

"We did talk about it Y/n. But she still wanted me to stop seeing you she even wanted me to stop being around Diana! All because of that stupid rumor about us dating!" He says putting his head in his hands.

She just pats him on the shoulder which made him quickly relax even the slightly touch from you could calm him down.

"And besides...I thought you didn't like Lois?"

"I wouldn't say I didn't like her but I could understand where she's coming from."

"I guess..."

"Also I could definitely tell she did not like me the minute we were introduced."

"What do you mean?"

"You mean to tell me you had no idea that your girlfriend hated my guts?"

He looked at you surprised he wouldn't say that Lois hated your guts but she was slightly jealous of the attention that he was always giving you. Especially that one time you had been put in a hostage situation (thankfully he was close by) and he didn't leave your side for weeks something he hardly ever did towards Lois not like he didn't always comfort her but sometimes she's kind of just shrug it all make it seem like it wasn't a big deal didn't want to be called or seen like as some weak woman her words not his.

"Even so I can't just stop being your friend."

"You don't have too but boundaries need to be set Clark."

she set hand on top of his your hand was always so warm to the touch sometimes when he would hold your hand he was scared he would beat it it was so soft. He entwined your hands together giving a small smile at you.

"I love you..."

You gave a big smile squeezing his hands.

"I love you too Clark."

A couple of months and he was ignored by Lois at work people in the office noticed and asked him what happened he explain that their relationship was over obviously they wanted more details but he just walked away he was annoyed though when one of his coworkers had pointed out that they saw you and him at a restaurant downtown that the woman he was with was his new lover and cause of his relationship ending it took everything in him not to snap at the person but his thoughts went to back to you and your sweet smile. He had all night to think about his decision on how he felt so he sent you a text to meet him on the roof top you answered with an okay and kiss emoji which made him blush when night came he flew over to your apartment and saw you holding a gift basket.

"Thought you might need a little pick me up after all the hard work you've done."

"Thanks."

there goes that smile again his heart was beating fast from nervousness but you took a deep breath and stared you straight in the eye.

"Yaknow you might want to be careful people might get the wrong idea if they see the Man of steel with a random woman might think we're doing something naughty." She grins making him even more flustered he took a deep breath.

"I um had a reason for wanted to meet you here."

"Oh really?"

"i have something to ask you."

"Okay than ask away Kent."

"What do you feel for me?" She gave him a confused look.

"Huh?"

"What are your feelings towards me?"

"Um your my best friend."

Well that sure broke his heart.

"Clark? Did I say something wrong."

"No...its just not something I was expecting.."

"What were you expecting me to say."

That you liked me more than just a friend."

"O-oh well I mean you are most dearest person to me you should already know that."

"That's it?"

"What else is there?"

For once he wished someone was out crying for his help so this wouldn't be even more awkward.

"I broke up with Lois because I feel out of love for her."

"Yes you told me that but what does that have to do with-"

"She wanted me to stop hanging around you not because she was jealous of our friendship but because she knew that I had feelings towards you."

"Feelings towards me?"

"The day I died do you know that last person I could think of in that very moment?"

He took a step closer standing in front of you putting a hand to your warm cheek.

"You. The only person I thought in that very moment was you. Y/n I love you more than anything in this world."

You didn't say anything but look up at him face getting warm from shock and embarrassment which caused him to frown

"Clark...you can't love me."

"Why not?"

"Because you r my best friend and you just got out of a relationship with Lois! What will people think?!"

"Its none of anyone's business what happens between you or me. Certainly not Lois!"

"Clark..."

"Please Y/n just tell me how you feel." He grabs your cheeks he needed an answer from you but you reach up and gently remove his hands from your face looking towards the ground.

"I-i need to go."

She ran towards the door slamming it close behind her he could hear you crying. He just ruined his relationship with you he shouldn't have said anything. Weeks turned to months you didn't call or text him he wanted worried about you Diana told him that you just needed space after he begged her to check in on you he really was an idiot. He was at home just got out the shower wearing nothing but sweatpants that was when there was a knock at the door he answered it and was surprised to see you standing there wearing a raincoat you walked from your apartment too his in the rain which was pouring.

"Y/n what are you-."

"I-i needed to see you..."

He quickly bring you inside rushed to the bathroom to get some towels taking off you coat he saw that you were in you nightclothes which was a Superman Tshirt and shorts if things were different he'd be flustered but all he wanted to do was see if you were okay. He sat you down on the sofa drying your hair.

"You didn't have to come in the middle of the night to see me Y/n you could get sick!"

"I know..."

"Than why?"

I-i have an answer about how I feel."

She looked down at her shaken hands he wrapped a bigger towel around your small form that's when she looked up at him you face was red and you had tears in your eyes.

"Y/n-"

Before he could finish he was cut off by you kissing him on the lips he froze your lips were so soft and fit against his perfectly. He responded back eyes closing hands on your hips he was in cloud nine. You pulled away starring at him with a shy smile.

"I love you Clark Kent." She touches his cheeks pulling him in for a deeper kiss which he of course answered too by pull her to his lap laying her back on the sofa removing his lips from hers to stare into her eyes he smiles moving hair from your face.

"I love you too."

That's when they went back to kissing her hands going through his hair and his hands on her body removing her wet clothes, he didn't want to let her go not ever all these months of not seeing you he definitely was gonna make up for lost times.

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