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Lois Lane hears a knock on her outside door. She opens it to see one Superman unintentionally giving his best puppy dog, I am so sorry eyes she has ever seen.
“Superman, good to see you, what’s up?” Lois chimes, her head angled.
“Please don’t be mad…” Clark whimpers.
Considering all of the bullshit parties that Bruce Wayne has been to, this one might actually be considered fun.
A mix of enjoyable company, some very well made and strong cocktails in his system, and for once some good music besides the rotation of the same three classical pieces that bore the Gothman philharmonic to tears. Bruce was enjoying himself.
Then the Riddler busted through the grand entrance of the ball room doors. The liquor and Brucie Wayne won out so his dumbass decided to goaded the question-marked fuck out to a fist fight on the dance floor. He was able to get some good jabs and kicks in.
“Brucie, Brucie Wayne. The Dark prince is out to play today. Thinking he’s so brave. Though doesn’t he know he is probably more wasted off whiskey and while in the throes of snow trying to pick a fight with me.”
“Frist of all, I am not partial to Whiskey. I prefer my drinks with some taste, so Bellini Blind might be better metaphor. Second of all, I stay as far away from Blow as I possibly can.” As Brucie retorts, he manages to get a sucker punch that stuns him and the Riddler.
So, as the Gotham Elite flees while their security does a variety of jack shit to handle the Riddler.
“Well it seems like Brucie has some bite…” The Riddler lifts Bruce up, smashing him through a solid oak table.
“I probably have to pay for that now.” Bruce thinks to numb the pain between the two table halves.
“And no Bat to save the day, well whatever should Gothman do?” The Riddler chimes holding Bruce by the chin.
There is a sound of a woosh as the gala french doors open rapidly as a flash of blue, yellow, and red flies to the table. “So riddle me this?” A calm midwestern timber moves standing in between Bruce and the Riddler.
“Ah the man of steel, the metropolis man, the one and only Supershit.” Hums the Riddler and Superman does his best to no grimaces failing.
“You don’t make yourself involved in the politics of Gothman charity events, so why are you getting involved with this world?” The Riddler continues to monologues.
“Well as much as I don’t partake in these shindigs”
“Of course he calls the Gothman cancer research charity gala, a shindig.” Bruce thinks with a smirk.
“I can’t say most people object to raising money for biomedical research especially for a disease so prolific as cancer.” Superman replies, starting to tackle the Riddler. After throwing various gadgets at Superman and poor jabs and punches at Superman. Superman is able to pin the Riddler and knock him out. Still lying in the remains of the table Bruce hears a whoosh as Superman ginger kneels down on offering a hand to Bruce.
“Apoglies Mr.Wayne, about the delay, and the bisected table.” Superman smiles. Bruce takes the Kryptonian hand. Bruce shudders trying to pull himself up.
“I got you Mr. Wayne.” Superman gently holds Bruce’s side helping Bruce to his feet.
“It’s Bruce, please Mister Wayne was my father…” Bruce blushes.
“Well, Bruce, how are you doing? Do you think you can walk?” Superman chirps, trying not to scan Bruce.
There is a large crowd of the remaining Gotham elite, some filming on their phones and a few reporters setting up. Bruce tries to walk and hisses at his right foot moving in front him. “Hospital or Wayne Manor sir?” Superman offers as he swiftly and softly holds Bruce's bridal style.
“I think hospital, please.” Bruce replies, brain running on a mix of adrenaline and alcohol gives Superman a kiss on the cheek. Superman flushes, noticing people perk up at the scene.
“Gotham general is a mile away, hold on for any turbulence during this flight.” Clark states like an airport stewart announcer. He awkwardly waves the attendances, musicians, and staff at the gala as he flies out the french doors he entered. As the Gotham night air wisp over Superman’s and Bruce’s still red faces as Bruce fumbles for his phone. Dialing Alfred on speaker.
“Master Wayne, how is the gala?” Sounds of Alfred shuffling around the Manor.
“Hi Alfred, you're the speaker, so I think I broke my back.” Bruce painfully hicks out.
“Hi Alfred, I am taking Mr- Bruce to Gotham General hospital.” Superman states. Gotham General in eyesight only three blocks away. “Oh pardon my manners, this is Superman.” He mumbles.
“Lovely to meet you, Superman. Thank you for taking care of Master Wayne, hopefully he didn’t get into too much trouble tonight.” Alfred sighs like a tired father as the sounds of rustling keys and boot clacking footsteps echo.
“It has been no problem, Sir. Bruce, are you well enough to keep in contact with Alfred, while I check you in?” Superman asks a block away from the hospital and expeditiously soars towards street level.
“I should be lucky that the Riddler didn’t aim for my hands.” Bruce replies. “Alfred, I will send over the location of me while we check in.” He says shifting gears on his phone.
“Thank you Master Wayne and Superman. I shall be with you soon.” Alfred says.
“Thank you.” Both men interject as Superman's feet lightly touch the sidewalk in front of Gotham General’s front door. Walking in the entrance the playboy and the golden boy make quite the sight for the eleven thirty-eight at night hospital front desk staff and patrons.
“Hi there,” Superman bashfully says Bruce is still in a princess carriage. A staff member with the name tag of Caroline sits at the desk looking at the adorable sight.
“Oh, hello, what are you two in for?” They ask taking notes.
“The riddler smashed me through a dining table.” Bruce sheepishly grins.
“That sounds like a fun way to end a Gotham charity event, Mr.Wayne.” Caroline winces in understanding. “Any signs of broken bones or pulled muscles?” They turn to Superman.
Superman takes over once more with his extra vision. “Nothing fractured from the looks of it. Though it looks like there are two pulled Lats.” Superman reports. Two winces come from Bruce and Caroline.
“Well please sit down and a medical professional should join you shortly. For once we aren’t understaffed.” Caroline replies by checking the staffing chart.
“T..Thank you for taking all the time you need.” Bruce thanks.
“Thank you for your time and have a good rest of your shift.” Superman says scanning for an open seat.
In a cluster of three seats Superman sits down in the middle in the rather empty emergency room very well aware of all eyes on him and Bruce.
“Bruce, would you like to sit down or be here…” “No, I'm cozy…” Mumbles a now mix with shock as Bruce nuzzles against Superman’s chiseled jaw. Clark went back to a deeper scarlet than his suit.
“I’m sorry about kissin-you. You're really cute.” Bruce whispers booping him. Clark blushes even more furiously.
“So that’s what happened.” In Lois' apartment Clark is sitting in a cozy arm chair.
“I wanted you to know before it becomes front page news. Mr- Bruce is doing fine. I just wanted you to know before you get grilled on it. I know you're dating me and I don’t want to give you a headache. God with sexist bullshit you’ll probably get from the gossip columns.” Clark sighs now with a mug of Lois’s world famous hot chocolate and a blanket around his shoulders.
“I would deal with the sexist bullshit anyway so at least it is something interesting with it and not the garden variety boring sexist shit.” Lois replies, eating a piece of popcorn from the comical huge reusable popcorn container that Clark got as a movie night date gift.
“But you're not mad at me?” Clark sighs.
“Mad at you for what?” Lois retorts in her award winning interview voice.
“For…Lois you know…having a crush on him.”
“Him?” Lois raises an eyebrow very familiar with interview guests dancing around the question.
“On Bruce Wayne…” Clark mumbles.
“Kal-El, why would I be mad at my boyfriend who has told me that he is not only Bi and Poly, but made a five page guide book to come out to his girlfriend who is also Bi and Poly and they are already on the same page about it?” Lois says.
“I…just thought…this would never happen.” Clark flushes hands in his face.
“And?”
“I never thought it would happen so soon and especially with someone I have to interview. God he is going to see right through me next Tuesday." Clark sips his mug.
“I think you can manage.” Lois smiles, thumb holding the underside of his chin.
“I love you and I am glad that you feel comfortable telling me these things.” Lois staring at those blue eyes rival the depths of the sea. Clark gives Lois a nod and Lois closes the distance with a kiss.