Alfred, bringing some food down to the Batcave: Master Bruce, that reporter called again.
Bruce, eyes glued on the computer screen: don't have time for this
Alfred: Well, I took the liberty to find the time for you. The meeting is tomorrow at 3 pm.
Bruce: i have more important things-
Alfred: And wash your hair, please.
Bruce: Alfred-
Alfred: You are welcome, master Bruce.
Bruce: ...
[the day after]
Bruce, standing awkwardly at the doorstep and staring down at the pretty boy in flannel and eyeglasses in front of him:...
Alfred: *nudges him with a helbow*
Bruce: welcome to Wayne Tower mr- uh-
Clark, with the brightest smile: Kent! Clark Kent. It's a pleasure to meet you, mr Wayne.
Bruce: it'smypleasure *blushes hard and marches away*















