crack fic idea: toxic superbat who are constantly breaking up just to dramatically get back together but from the POV of the people that work at the manor and WE.
someone's dusting in one of the hallways leading to the foyer, listening to clark kick someone out of the house. a paralegal just came upstairs to ask one of bruce's assistant for some documents when he sees mr. wayne's husband walking into his office without knocking the day after a gala. gardeners are giving maintenance to the ivy on the walls outside bruce's study...
The workers must be so confused first they hear screaming upstairs then cut to Clark returning downstairs 4 hours later cheesing all giddy.
It was her first day at her new job working for the BRUCE WAYNE. As soon as she entered the office there, she saw Clark Kent, a famous reporter for the daily planet.
He must’ve been interviewing Mr Wayne and pressed all his wrong buttons— a whole flower vase came crashing against his head.
“And stay out of my office and life I don’t even want to see you nowhere near Dick anymore.”
“Watch yourself Bruce.” He said through gritted teeth. “ I never planned on ever seeking you out personally”
Woah, what a wild start to a day.. bending down she began to pick up the rest of the glass shards but was stopped by Clark saying it wasn’t her job.
He walked away while covering his head while Bruce was sat back in his chair fumming terribly even his cheeks were turning red.
A few hours had passed in relative silence with occasional orders from here and there when..
“Did you think I was too harsh on him.” He asked while looking staring at the stack of documents he was holding.
“Oh- what n-no, I don’t know what caused the augment but- you know what forget him. He’s just a reporter anyway, I heard you made him sign some NDA—even if he wanted too he couldn’t tell the media—Bruce Wayne threw a plant at me..”
He laughed, “I’d say you’re right, I really shouldn’t be bothered by him.”
The buzzer rang and she answered it “uhm they’re saying that Clark Kent is here to.. pick up his wife..?”
“Tell them send him away, I already went home”
“Uhh.. he went home— just send him away.”
Bruce got up from his seat and began hastily packing things up, his extra Waynebook, his mug, batfolder, etc.
“Shh lock the door, pretend I’m not here”
“Bruce open up this damn door.”
She stood there watching in silence while her boss had opened up this secret storage room (..?) Behind a painting of his son.
Then boom. The door was kicked in.
He didn’t even look her way before he began pushing through random things in the room before he stopped at the painting.
“Mr Wayne-Kent, you wanna come out of there by yourself?” He said impatiently.
“It’s Mr Wayne to you.. and get out Kent. I didn’t call for you” it was like he said that with a smile on his face, like he was enjoying the hide and seek game that insured beforehand.
“Just because your mouth didn’t say it didn’t mean I couldn’t tell you were sorry.”
“About what, get out you alien”
Clark opened up the painting and stood there infront of Wayne arms crossed with his no expression showing on his face.
“Clark.. why do you keep doing this..”
“Doing what? Protecting our marriage from a crazy man?” He rolled his eyes.
“Who’s the crazy one? Get out, you know we’re not even together.”
“Maybe in the eyes of the law but, you know we can’t let each other go”
“Clark, stop being delusional-“
Clark climbed inside of the giant strange room behind the painting while kissing Bruce and waved me at the girl to go.
After a few hours he came down holding Bruce snuggled up in his arms.
