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SMALL ⠀STARTER ⠀FOR ⠀CLAIRE ⠀/⠀@squarecranks.

A soft jingle diverts his attention from his watch, to the front of the shop. The redhead is easily recognisable from the photo that Leon had shown him and as she approaches, he smiles gently, standing up to greet her, “ You must be Claire, ” When Leon had brought up the idea of setting up Patrick with one of his friends, he did not think it would actually happen. Yet, here he is, debating what to do exactly. A handshake feels too formal, a hug too friendly. In the end, he opts to pull out her chair for her. “ It’s nice to finally get to meet you. ” There’s an unspoken: Leon’s told me a lot about you. Patrick never lets the words leave his lips, hoping to make her feel less nervous about this whole ‘ lunch date ’. For a moment, Patrick wonders if she can tell how nervous he is. Though, he tries swiftly to dismiss that thought, “ Uhm, you look really nice … ” Even he can’t help but internally cringe at his words, before a small chuckle is forced past his lips, “ Sorry, I haven’t really done this before... ”

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@weepedwords sent : ❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜

they're at some rich gala, a charity benefit at a museum in metropolis. batman and superman are not present tonight — they are clark kent and bruce wayne, the reporter and the billionaire. the duo stands nearby one another, bruce nursing a glass of champagne when clark finally slides up next to him. it's surprisingly subtle, the younger man's attempt to approach without grabbing everyone else's attention. to the untrained eye, it may just look like clark approaching him for a short interview — but bruce knows the truth of the matter. he's seen that look on clark's face before ; it's one of want, even if the kryptonian thinks he's keeping it well-hidden. sure enough, after a moment of the pair just standing there in silence, watching the mingling crowd, clark finally speaks. the words are almost uncharacteristically filthy ; bruce's head turns in the younger man's direction, a brow raising slightly. he can't deny the appeal of clark's suggestion, hence why lips twitch into the slightest of smirks before replying, “ can you imagine the headlines? god, it'd be a scandal. ” a sip of his drink, calm and collected, all the while bruce subtly moves his free hand, only to slide it into the back pocket of clark's pants. “ i wouldn't be opposed to ... stepping away from the party for a minute. what do you say, farm boy? care to join me? ”

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The gala is loud. Too loud. But alas, Perry had assigned him to do a story covering this charity event. All Clark had to do was get some photos, interview a few people and linger around for the rest of the night. Easy, right? There was no distractions. Already beginning to gather photos, his eyes squinted through the lenses of his glasses, turning his camera to try and find the best angle when it landed on one certain man. Bruce Wayne. He had not known the man was to attend tonight, and just the sight of him already makes it seem like the gala was worth it. Still, he does need to do some work, so with a soft click, he takes a photo of the billionaire, who he has to admit is looking particularly dashing in the suit he’s picked out tonight. It makes Clark feel slightly undressed, even though he is wearing his best suit. Blue eyes, hidden by the camera, linger on Bruce for one more moment, and a sudden thought invades his head. Had Bruce noticed he had taken a photo of him? It mattered little in the end, as it was unlikely the photo would see the press, and instead go to Clark’s more private collection. That Bruce will never know about.

Bruce, as much as he shouldn’t admit it, is a welcomed distraction at tonight’s gala. Even so, Clark doesn’t make straight for the man, as it would only show his feelings to be obvious. Instead, he makes his way around, taking a few more photos, collecting quotes from any of the charitable donors. When Clark does finally make his way toward Bruce, it looks more accidental, than on purpose. What he plans to do, is just stop by and say hello, perhaps worm somewhat of a quote out of the billionaire. Though, with the words that leave him, it seems as if both his brain and mouth didn’t get that memo. When Bruce quirks an eyebrow and smirks at him, Clark can’t help but duck his head slightly downwards, a sheepish smile on his lips.

Normally, it’s not like this. Batman would scold him, albeit while he smiled, about remaining professional on the job. This isn’t Batman however, this is Bruce Wayne. Clark should of really expected him to flirt back. Yet, as his hand slowly slides into his back pocket, the younger man finds himself biting back a noise of surprise. A laugh leaves his lips at his words, and to people passing by, it looks as if it’s nothing more than a friendly conversation. Comparing it to the last time they met at a gala, it was considerably better. Clark keeps his voice low, so only Bruce may hear, “ Oh, Perry would kill me. ” Undoubtedly, it’s true, if Clark got involved in a scandal with him, the Bruce Wayne, he would never hear the end of it. Even if Bruce did own The Daily Planet. At his next words, though, any thoughts of a scandal leave his head. “ Oh, well, I can’t say no to you, can I, Mr. Wayne? ” A playful tone, before he smiles: “ Lead the way. ”