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.ΰ³ΰΏ NONSENSE
summary β in which clark kent thinks he's the one keeping a superhero secret in your relationship, but really, it's you.
pairings β clark kent x vigilante!reader (established relationship)
pronouns βΒ she/her
word count β 2046
note β reader's abilities are in line with matt murdock's β unknown chemicals being exposed to her eyes as a child blinded her but all her senses were amplified to super human levels bc of it. this means she can get a complete picture of pretty much everything around her without being able to see. i am also a clumsy/nerdy clark truther so its painfully obvious here lmao
prequel here
HER FINGERS DANCED SKILLFULLY across the pages of the book, braille bumps tickling against her fingertips. it was forever her favourite book, having first read jane eyre at twelve, but it was one of those circumstances where she wasn't sure if it was only her favourite because it was the last book she read before the accident.
it was the sweetest gift she had ever been given β it was hard to find nicely-bound braille novel readily available, but clark had done his best after finding out that his girlfriend had been itching to read it again. she hadn't put it down ever since.
the apartment they had moved into eight months ago ( they both finally had stable jobs to rely on β clark at the daily planet and her at the well-established metropolis law firm ) was quiet, a few floors from the top to escape as much of the city's sounds as possible.
clark was the ultimate considerate boyfriend. he learnt fairly early on that her blindness heightened every other sense to the point where sometimes just being hearing people talk could be overwhelming. he'd bought new shirts with a nicer material, had hunted down an apartment that was towards the top floor while remaining affordable, and also changed his cologne to one with a scent that wasn't so overpowering. he knew a thing or two about sense-sensitivity, it was definitely a blessing.
he, however, didn't know the full extent of her capabilities. not like she knew his.
she knew that clark didn't need his glasses to be able to see. she heard them clatter on the table when he got home from work when he thought she wouldn't notice. even if he tried to excuse it, she knew for a fact that he read emails and letters perfectly without them.
she knew that he disappeared for strange stretches of time when metropolis was in crisis and that he came home covered in the scent of strange chemical residue like aftershave. how sometimes she could smell the night air clinging to his clothes when he reappeared randomly in their kitchen after supposedly going to the bathroom.
more dangerously, she knew when he lied. she could hear the jump in his heartbeat, the change in his breathing, and the tangy scent of perspiration, all gathered with one simple tilt of the head.
clark kent lied quite a lot for someone so genuine. little did he know, so did she.
SHE heard clark before she saw him. entering the elevator on the ground floor, to be exact. the sound of his shoes against the floor, the ding of the elevator doors opening, the smiley greeting he offered to their neighbour before pressing the button for their floor, the ding of the doors as they opened again, this time closer.
his footsteps stopped in front of the door. his keys jingled as he fidgeted with them, trying to find the correct one before sliding it into the lock. the smell of roses increased tenfold when he got the door open.
"honey, i'm home!" clark sung in a way that had her heart melting, clumsily kicking off his shoes and shutting the door at the same time. it was cheesy, something she was certain was unironic, but it made her smile and close her novel all the same. he claimed it was her way of not panicking when the door started rattling, but she had a feeling he had been watching too many old sitcoms when she wasn't home.
he sent his things down by the door and made his way through to where he knew she was usually situated on her days off. their shared office that they had half turned into a mini library was cosy; an armchair seated by the window to catch the warmth of the sun's rays, a mahogany desk from a second hand-store on the other side of the room, and a bookshelf growing a collection of case files, books clark enjoyed, and an empty space for the collection of braille books he promised to build for her.
she stood up from the chair, stretching out her aching muscles. the bruise blooming across her ribs was not helping in the slightest. the smile across her face widened when she sensed the air shift, clark's large frame crossing the threshold of the office and scooping her up into a warm hug. her arms flung around his neck in an instant, gentle giggles escaping her from being lifted off the ground. "hey, my love," she mumbled quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. she tasted the bitterness from the remnants of coffee on his tongue. "d'you have a good day?"
"mhm, yeah," he hummed, setting her back down with one final kiss. "gotcha something." he was quiet at home, even more so after a long day around others ( she knew he didn't get tired as much as he pretended to, his whole unathletic schtick was absolute bullshit when she could hear his heart and breathing ), it was a mix of feeling comfortable in the homely quiet and the fact that his smiles said more than his words did. she couldn't see them, but she could feel them, and even better, she could reach out and physically feel the smile lines creasing into his face. that only ever made him smile more.
plastic scrunched as he handed the bouquet to her, not letting go until her fingers finally closed around the flower stems. she raised her other hand to brush her fingertips across the petals, the texture silky and smooth. one inhale told her all she needed to know, "roses," she breathed out, everything about him so intoxicating that she fell under the spell of mirroring his smile. "you only ever get me roses when you have something to tell me, clark."
it wasn't accusatory. the last two times had been when he told her he got a promotion at work and asked her to be his girlfriend. tulips were his apology flower of choice.
his resolve crumbled. her head tilted.
his heartbeat sped up and his breathing stuttered. the air shifted to indicate the tremor running up his hand, startled into taking a step back. "um . . ." he trailed off awkwardly. he hadn't really thought about how exactly he was going to go about this, thinking no further than buying roses from the little shop on the corner.
she moved around her boyfriend and mapped out the layout from memory. she put a little bit of performance into it: blindly reaching out to brush her fingers against walls and cupboards on her way. clark followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving her in the rare instance that she tumbled into the odd chair.
everything was muscle memory and heightened senses. she moved swiftly around the kitchen in a way that made it look like it was more on the muscle memory side β she loved clark dearly but she was almost certain that her even being insanely good at things a regular person with visual impairments wouldn't have rung alarm bells in his brain. either way, it was better to keep up the charade.
clark was silent, a looming presence like a shadow as she felt through the glassware cabinet to find the vase. it sat towards the front from the last time clark had brought flowers on his way home from work . . . which was four days ago. she had only just thrown the wilted ones away this morning.
"i've been hiding something from you," it spilled out of him all at once. she heard his nerves spike, but his words didn't stop her from moving to the sink and filling up the vase with the tap. she didn't falter as she unwrapped the flowers from the plastic and guided the stems into the vase with both hands as a guide.
"okay . . ." she trailed off, leaving the vase beside the sink. clark usually moved it into the dining room anyway. "you sound worried."
he didn't mean for it all to tumble out. one second he was carefully folding his glasses and setting them on the counter and the next the words were flowing before he could even register them. "i don't like hiding things from you but i want to spend the rest of my life with you soβ so i really don't wanna keep secrets anymore," he took a breath, deep and somewhat shaky. "i love you, so i need to tell you."
falling in love with her hadn't been an accident, but he hadn't necessarily meant to fall head over heels in the first place. it was all by chance that they hit it off so well, but clark had never been in a relationship long enough to even think about revealing his secret. this current relationship was long-term, he could feel it now, and he could feel it long before they had both made the commitment to get a place together.
she crossed the room, following the tail-end of his sentence until she stood across the counter from him. "i love you, too," she echoed, placing her hands between them. clark's hands reached to intertwine with hers, gently squeezing her skin between his.
"i'm, uh," he squeezed her hands again, this time a little tighter. "i'm kinda . . . superman."
to his surprise, she didn't even blink. he hadn't really prepared for it, but he expected her reaction to be one of shock. he expected confusion and her to need space and for her to do the head tilt thing he loved so much. all she did was stand still, eyes lowered like they always were, as if this revelation hadn't bothered her in the slightest.
"i know," she finally said, and clark looked more shocked than she should be feeling.
"you . . . know?" he said slowly, carefully, his thumbs circling patterns on her hands. ". . . how?"
"'cause you're not the one with a secret," she cracked a smile like it was nothing, leaning down to rest her elbows on the counter. clark was truly stumped, his mouth opening and closing, unable to voice a single thought that rattled above. "y'know that vigilante that's been cleaning up metropolis? usually at night?"
clark nodded.
"that's me," she flashed him a smile.
he paused momentarily. "but . . ." he didn't know how to say it in a way that didn't feel lesser-than, "you'reβ"
"blind?" she finished for him. he nodded and she shrugged. "technically, yeah, i am . . . but i can see in other ways. i was blinded by these chemicals as a kid," which he knew, "and they enhanced all my other sense," which he did not know. he just figured all her other senses heightened on their own from conditioning. "i can hear things over forty metres away, i can feel shifts in the air . . . all that stuff."
slumping into his chair, he hummed in thought. now that he thought about it, it made plenty of sense. the way he sometimes found bruises littered across her body and how she would say it was because she fell, but he had never witnessed her take a single tumble in all the time they had been together. how sometimes she caught a glass before it smashed to the floor and chalked it up to luck.
"that's crazy . . ." but he sounded impressed, trying to push away his worry now that he knew she put herself in harms way. he could save that discussion for another time. "you amaze me more and more everyday."
it felt natural to stand there now with no more secrets between them. if anything, it brought them closer together with one more thing in common. something only they knew about each other and could keep from the rest of the world.
it was only when they both curled up on the couch with an old album playing faintly from the record player that clark brought it up again. "could you tell because i was a bad liar or was it because of your secret powers?"
she just smiled, nestling further into the warmth of his side with jane eyre in her lap. "both," she said and he snorted, "but mostly 'cause your heartbeat changes when you lie." they lapsed back into the peaceful evening with promises to talk about it all another time.
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β΄οΈ OFF-SEASON oscar piastri !
summary β in which the summer break means you get to finally spend some quality time with your boyfriend . . . and his teammate, apparently.
pairings β oscar piastri x fem!figureskater!reader
note β and for the sake of this we're gonna pretend both figure skating and F1 have the same break schedule so this can be summer break themed. thank you.
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oscarpiastri summer break βοΈ
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landonorris soooo when r we going ice skating then β€₯ oscarpiastri youre not invited β€₯ yourusername are you telling me you dont wanna see him fall on his face β€₯ oscarpiastri youre reinvited
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user9 oh u 2 are adorable shut up β€₯ user10 fr smth about a quiet f1 driver and an outgoing figure skater just makes sense
mclaren our fav couple is back!!! β€₯ user11 mclaren admin i love u
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yourusername off-season training ft. these clowns tagged β oscarpiastri, landonorris
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ilia_quadg0d_malinin looks disastrous β€₯ yourusername another reason i could never coach
landonorris look at my teacher bro im going to the olympics β€₯ yourusername bro you failed to follow simple instructions the entire session β€₯ landonorris but my crossovers were so good β€₯ yourusername ...if anyone asks who taught you to skate do not say i did
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i can write a 1600 word assignment on hasan piker for one of my uni classes this is about to be the easiest marks i've ever gotten
lol imagine Kara and daredevil reader just having a girls day out or smth like that and bonding over funny stories abt clark
.ΰ³ΰΏ GIRLS DAY OUT
summary β kara's returned to metropolis with the plan to stay awhile, and that means its the perfect opportunity to get to know clark's cousin.
pairings β clark kent x daredevil!reader, platonic!kara zor-el x daredevil!reader
pronouns βΒ she/her
word count β 1.5k
note β has references to the new supergirl movie so potential spoilers!! masterlist for daredevil!reader here
"SO YOU CAN'T SEE me, like, at all?"
"kara!" clark lectured sternly, his eyes narrowing in the same fashion.
"what?" kara rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh, "i'm gettin' to know your girlfriend, clark. just checking if she can see me or not."
chuckling quietly, she placed her hand on her boyfriend's arm. clark's shoulders lost their tension. he wanted things to be perfect: kara had finally decided to spend some time with him in metropolis after he had spent months begging for her to stop galavanting around red sun planets and come back to earth. kara had only just opened up about the week of her twenty-third birthday and all the drama that came with it, so it made sense that she was taking some time off partying and drinking to sober up at full-strength in the force of the yellow sun. overall, this meant that clark had his girlfriend to officially acquaint with his cousin . . . and he was slightly worried about that.
"it's fine, clark," she cracked a smile. red glasses perched up on her nose, she lifted them to sit atop her head. "i can't actually see you, but i can see around you, if that makes sense." it clearly did not when kara's nose scrunched up. "i can see the silhouette of you because all my other sense are enhanced, i guess," she tried to explain better. "but i can't actually see you, no."
kara whistled. "probably for the best," she nodded rather solemnly, "clark over here isn't too easy on the eyes."
"hey!" clark interjected, crossing his arms over his chest. "i don't think i should leave you two alone today if kara's gonna keep acting like this," his words were directed at his girlfriend rather than his cousin this time.
she shook her head with a gentle smile while kara blabbered on about how she didn't need a babysitter. "go to work, clark. there's nothing to be worried about."
"mhm, if you say so," clark didn't sound convinced, but he picked up his blazer and his briefcase nonetheless. "see you tonight," he kissed her cheek before looking at kara. "and you behave yourself. i don't need to look up and see you on the news."
"go to work, clark," kara huffed. "leave us alone."
clark begrudgingly said one last goodbye before disappearing. kara stood up and clapped her hands together the second the door clicked shut. "so . . ." she trailed off. "what are some girly things to do around here?"
the concept of a girls day was still rather new to kara. she had watched movies to better understand humans when clark first found her, but since then she had only really used them to understand english better before she flew back into space with krypto and refused to return.
"we could go shopping?" she suggested to kara, joining her in standing up. "i don't really think there's much that i need but i think we could expand your closet to better fit your tastes . . ."
kara looked down at her clothes. they weren't her aesthetic in the slightest, and what she did have on was old, a little weathered, and definitely more of clark's taste than her own. kara needed baggy jeans or cargo pants with band shirts and eye-catching jewellery to match. she knew that kara loved her coat, that wouldn't change, but she needed to get kara out of flannel shirts that probably looked like they came straight from smallville.
they probably had come from smallville anyway, clark held onto some of his old clothes and it was clear that the smaller ones had been handed down to kara. it was sweet but it was also very obvious that kara was not giving farm girl and intead punk rock princess.
"please," kara groaned, shrugging off the brown flannel that had seen better days. she only really wore it around the house when her coat wasn't necessary. now that they were going out, kara was moving towards the coatrack to pick up her favourite part of her outfit. "clark keeps giving me his clothes. they smell like cows."
she laughed at kara, sliding her glasses back down to rest over her eyes. "we can buy whatever you want, don't worry about it," she waved off. the lawyer money was coming in good now, and kara was starting to feel like a sister-in-law anyway. who better to spend her money on than her? walking over to the door, she picked up her white cane and jacket. "just remember that i'm blind and we've gotta keep up appearances."
"i'll be an excellent guide," kara brushed off like it was nothing, opening the front door with a newfound excitement in her step. "no one'll think you're kinda not blind at all."
KARA HAD MANAGED TO buy quite a few things to the point where she raced the copious amounts of bags to the car and met her back inside at a good coffee spot at the mall.
it was quite the success. she couldn't see what kara bought, but they had all been described to her: band shirts, some of whom kara knew the artist and some where she was interested to listen to them, some darker shirts with casual graphic designs on them, two pairs of baggy jeans, some sweatpants, and accessories such as chunky belts, necklaces and bracelets to go with it. there weren't really any earrings that kara liked, but this was a pretty good start for someone who was going to be living on earth for quite a while.
"what did you order me?" kara asked as she sat back down at the table, dropping the car keys and her phone on the table. they had been two things that kara had somehow managed to convince clark that she needed: the car was clark's and he had finally started trusting his cousin enough to use it, and the phone meant that he could keep tabs on her in case of emergency. and so that he could contact her whenever he wanted. kara was like the sibling he never got, and he was making the absolute most of it.
her head moved to follow kara's sudden appearance. "got us both a hot chocolate. this is, like, the only place that makes it with belgian chocolate in metropolis and god is it good."
"yum," kara grinned, resting her chin on her hand that she had propped up on the table. "so . . . i think i need to get to know you better."
she tilted her head. "why's that?"
"because one day clark is obviously gonna wanna marry you, duh," kara rolled her eyes. "he's so in love with you it's gross. he used to call me all the fucking time when i was in space and just ramble about you to try convince me to come back here. he's sickening, i swear."
she laughed a little too loud, covering her mouth with her hand to try silence the noise before people started looking over. "you'd be my maid of honour if we got married," she said softly. "i know we don't know each other super well but you're everything to clark . . . and it's finally kinda nice to hang out with more people like me, you know?"
like me was the only way she could really put it. obviously clark and kara weren't human like she was, but they shared they same traits that she had as a metahuman. there were things that regular people didn't understand, like how certain smells and sounds were so sharp it felt like the world was caving in, or days where everything was so overwhelming because everything was so prominent. kara understood that the second she first came to metropolis. everything was so loud in a city; it was daunting. plus, it was refreshing to be around someone who knew her secrets so that she didn't have to pretend to be normal all the time.
"aw," kara ducked her head, stiffening her posture as if that would combat the sudden warmth flooding her face. "i appreciate that . . ." she cleared her throat, tucking her hair back behind her ears. "but first i've gotta teach you kryptonian. clark doesn't know any which means we can talk shit."
"i don't think i have much 'shit' to talk, but sure," she shrugged, smiling in agreement. "i'd love to learn." it meant spending more time with kara and that felt nice at the moment.
"that's fine," kara said just as a waitress brought over the two cups of hot chocolate. the two girls thanked her before kara continued to speak. "i have plenty of shit to talk." she dunked her spoon into the mug to gather some of the froth. "y'know he kept yelling at me in english as if i would understand him when i first got here?" she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "fuckin' idiotβ holy shit!" her eyes widened after scooping the foam into her mouth. "this is the best thing i've ever had ever. oh my god."
she just chuckled silently and listened to kara ramble with a smile as she enjoyed her own hot chocolate.
AFGHUUFDDS UR JAMES BOND FICS AND UR AARON HOTCHNER ONES ARE LIKE GOLD LIKE IF I CUD MARRY FICS I WUD MARRY THEM
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β΄οΈ PRIVATE, NOT SECRET ollie bearman !
summary β in which people start wondering who the new girl in the paddock is
pairings β ollie bearman x fem!reader
note β theres a lot more faces used in this one but there is no faceclaim or specific race whatsoever. i hope im starting to get the hang of making these :)
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paddocknews all eyes are on the new girl in the paddock this weekend. wonder who she is π
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user1 whoever she is she's gorgeous omg
user2 she looks kinda familiar??? β€₯ user3 lowkey looks like antonelli's friend?? idk though
user4 she seems so quiet or shy? like sky sports cut to her walking by herself multiple times and not talking to anyone β€₯ user1 that doesnt mean anything lmao she's probably just minding her business
user5 lowkeys its none of our business
user6 alexandra is prettier β€₯ user7 than you? absolutely
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yourusername they finally invited me to monaco its about time π
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kimi.antonelli you were always too busy??
kimi.antonelli we asked you all the time??? β€₯ yourusername didn't try hard enough </3
user11 holy shit did i just find mystery paddock girl β€₯ user11 omg user12 look who i found β€₯ user12 oh my god it has to be her
olliebearman prettiest girl in the world right there β€₯ yourusername ily
olliebearman i'll invite you to monaco every year i promise β€₯ yourusername inviting me to every race of every year is the bare minimum btw β€₯ olliebearman ????? i've invited you to every race for four years now ??? β€₯ yourusername whatever β€οΈ β€₯ olliebearman β€οΈβ€οΈ β€₯ user13 THEYVE BEEN DATING FOR FOUR YEARS??? SINCE FUCKING WHEN??
alexandramalenaleclerc π€ β€₯ yourusername omg hi queen
user14 hi queen you're gorgeous wdym ollie managed to pull you β€₯ yourusername girl ive BEEN saying π β€₯ yourusername im kidding i love that boy β€₯ user14 sooo is this like a secrets out thing abt you 2 β€₯ yourusername i fear we were never secret we just were super private about our relationship bc we were like sixteen lmao β€₯ user15 youre out here with the hard hitting journalism user14 and i respect that
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paddocknews ollie and girlfriend yourusername over the monaco gp weekend! she admitted to have been dating ollie for at least four years in the replies on her instagram post!
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user15 no way...
user16 why are they only coming out as a couple now though? or were we lowkey just blind β€₯ user17 to be fair she used to go watch kimi's races a lot and hang out with prema years ago so. i just think they were keeping it private while they were still kids but now theyre in their twenties so its a bit different? β€₯ user16 yknow what yeah that makes sense
yourusername damn i look good in these photos fr β€₯ user18 OMG HIIIII β€₯ paddocknews hey queen
user19 honestly her and ollie are so cute together im happy for them :)
user20 her outfits eat β€₯ user21 right??? it looks like she got ollie out of skinny jeans too π
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kimi.antonelli bro i think you leaked it when you brought her to monaco β€₯ bearmanpriv yeah but we've gone to races together before and no one said anything then β€₯ yourusername yeah but monaco's lowkey a boring race they need something to gossip about β€₯ georgerussell63 facts
yourusername youre so adorable i wanna put you in my pocket β€₯ bearmanpriv thank you π₯°
estebanocon lowkey think i accidentally leaked it because i shouted out to you in the paddock and everyone heard me and so they looked at you two π β€₯ bearmanpriv esteban!!!!! you're evil!!! β€₯ yourusername esteban you could never do any wrong β€₯ bearmanpriv 10 second penalty to ocon
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daredevil reader who works with just a really really hot guy at her law firm and clark gets jealous cause theyβre always doing late nights together and she has to be like βclark i do not know what he looks likeβ and so clark is like βwait how do you know im hotβ and she has to be like look i just know okay
.ΰ³ΰΏ JEALOUSY PROBLEM
summary β with her law firm taking off, she's hired more staff to keep on top of things. clark's never really felt jealous before until he learns that his girlfriend's spending a lot of time with her new paralegal.
pairings β clark kent x daredevil!reader
pronouns βΒ she/her
word count β 1.7k
note β no toxic jealousy just clark and his puppy-dog eyes being jealous bc he's not used to his gf having new (and hot) coworkers :) masterlist for daredevil!reader here
THE AMOUNT OF CASE files landing on her desk had been increasing by the day.
it was as rewarding as it was tiring β it meant that she was finally being recognised as one of the most efficient lawyers in the city, one that metahumans could rely on in the court of law, but it also meant that there weren't enough hours in a day to stay on top of them all.
clark had been coming home to an empty apartment for the past two weeks. he knew she was safe and sound at her office instead out on the streets at night. this sudden rise in her career was stealing all her time and clark wasn't sure what to do with an empty apartment.
he tried the usual things. he cleaned the apartment at human speed to make it drag out longer. he put an old rock record on the turntable to fill the empty space. he prepared dinner and set everything in the fridge so it was easy to throw together when she got home. he even got his clothes out for the next day and reviewed notes he had taken so he could start the following day at the office with a focused mind.
that was getting boring.
clark kent wasn't a jealous person. he never had been. he grew up in a loving family that humbled every aspect of his superhuman abilities until he could function like every one else on the surface. they spoiled him with love and taught him important values that he held close to his heart today. they worked him on the farm until he no longer felt the anger and frustration at being different and therefore being able to show who he really was to people.
jealousy therefore didn't register. he worked hard for everything he achieved. he got good grades and used those to get into a good university. he used all the HDs he got in his degree to propel him into an internship that eventually got him enough credit to be working for the daily planet. with that, he became such an established investigative journalist that he got to follow one of the most important metahuman trials in the city, one offered to him before lois lane got a chance to jump at it, which then got him in with his girlfriend; the absolute love of his life. he worked so incredibly hard for everything he had ever achieved in every part of his life, so why would he ever need to be jealous?
the reason for his jealousy came not from the reason she was spending so much time in the office, but from who she was spending so much time with. his name was lucas and he was the new paralegal. he was a few years younger than her and was known around metropolis as a damn good paralegal. he had been up for grabs and every law firm had down their best to tie him down, but ultimately it had been her law firm to seal the deal.
he was efficient, and originally that had her coming home from work earlier with less of a workload on her shoulders. that abruptly changed when the clients started rolling in after the last two wins had proven that she fought to hell and back for those she represented. even with lucas and a few more staff members in the mix, things still dragged on late.
clark was jealous of his girlfriend's paralegal simply because he got to spend more time with her than he did.
it was stupid. he spent hours with lois lane and she never seemed to be jealous, so why was he suddenly jealous of her coworkers?
CLARK'S head snapped up when he heard the front door unlock. he looked up from where he had been aimlessly flicking through tv channels on the couch to watch as she tossed her white cane to the side and kicked off her heels to land beside them. a gentle moan of relief escaped her throat now that her feet were free from the uncomfortable pair of heels she had begrudgingly chosen to wear to the office today. they were a more expensive pair, one that she had treated herself to after winning a big case a few months ago, but god they fucking hurt to wear after a while. had she not been talking to the press today she would've settled for a comfy shorter pair.
"sorry," she sighed, shutting the door behind her and reaching to lock it. "but i brought home some bread to go with dinner . . . i was thinking of throwing together a quick pasta?"
she froze when something seemed off. she could feel that clark was in the room, could hear him take gentle breaths, but they were deep as if something heavy had attached themself to every exhale of carbon dioxide. "what's wrong?" she asked pointedly, slowly moving in his direction. she set the bread and her bag down on the coffee table once she made it to it, the table the only barrier between her and her boyfriend.
clark's shoulders slumped. her head tilted when he sighed. it was a mix of annoyance and neglect, it reminded her of the time they had left krypto in the apartment and he was sad that he couldn't go out with them. she imagined his eyes conveyed that same look of a sad puppy, too. it would be the same look she used to give her father as a child when he said she couldn't have ice cream, and the sparkle of sadness in her eyes were all he needed to give in. she doubted she would ever be able to replicate it ever again, but she pictured it so clear it was almost like it was yesterday instead of so many years ago. perhaps that was how clark looked now.
"nothing."
"you're a terrible liar, clark," she pushed her glasses up until they sat atop her head. "let's try again. what's wrong?"
clark sighed even louder. "nothing," he pouted this time, unable to help the way his lips contorted and the way his voice rose so high it was almost a whine. he certainly didn't miss the way he watched the corner of her lips twitch.
"sure, okay," she shrugged, feigning being unbothered and walking past the coffee table. before she could make it past the couch clark was on, his hand shot out to grab her, and suddenly she was tumbling on top of him in the blink of an eye. too fast for her to comprehend, she was momentarily dizzy as she felt her surroundings to figure out what she was facing. her hands found clark's face, the pads of her fingers tracing the pout lines in his face, from his forehead down to his lips. he pressed a kiss to her fingers before sighing once more.
"i'm sorry," clark mumbled, his hands resting gently on the exposed skin on her neck. he brushed her pulse point and felt it flutter under his touch. "i don't know what's wrong with me."
instinctively, his words had the back of her hand pressing to his forehead. "did you get enough sun today? you feel fine . . . soβ"
"i think i'm jealous of you and your paralegal and i feel so very stupid for even bringing it up because it is stupid because obviously he works for you and you're my girlfriend but i just haven't really seen you lately and i know it's because you're busy but i miss you so much and you get to spend more time with him β which is fine β but he's clearly attractive so i think that's not helping how i feel and . . ." clark trailed off to suck in enough oxygen that he coughed.
his rambling was so rapid fire that it took her a moment to process it all properly. "'clearly attractive'?" she quoted, and felt as clark nodded. "babe, you do remember that i can't, like, see him, right?" clark was silent on that one. "how am i supposed to know if he's attractive? i don't know what he looks like."
which seemed to bring up a whole new lot of spiralling thoughts in clark. she shifted so sit on his lap better, and his hands came to circle her middle, locking her in place. "wait," his eyebrows furrowed, "then how do you know that i'm attractive. like, you can't see me either but you always say i look good so . . ." he squinted, "does that mean you're lying?"
"i can't tell if this is worse than your jealousy tangent or not," she muttered under her breath. "i just know, okay. i can feel you," she lifted her hands back to his face just to prove her point. she dragged her index finger over the bridge of his nose and traced the outline of his lips before trailing up his jawline. "you have perfect physical traits . . . but who you actually are is the important part to me. that's how i'm very lucky to have someone as good-looking as you."
she could feel clark's face heat up under her hands. "and i, once again, forgot for a second that you see differently," his voice dropped into a mumble that she heard perfectly clear. "which means you can't see lucas . . . not like i thought you were gonna think he was better than me or anything anyway . . ." he sighed. "and suddenly i feel really stupid again for even thinking any of this. i just miss you and it's making me feel weird."
"aw, baby," she hummed, kissing him gently. "i was gonna take tomorrow off anyway . . . you should do the same."
clark perked up at that. "i'll call out tomorrow morning," he grinned so hard she could feel it without even needing to feel his face. "i think i can pull off a pretty convincing sick voice."
she knew that his sick voice was very unconvincing because he had never really been sick, but she nodded anyway. "oh totally," she nodded like she was truly convinced. "and then you can have me all day."
"just you," clark nodded, the idea of it perfect, "and me." she could feel his smile against her face when he brushed their noses together. "and no one else."
her smile melted into his. "no one else," she agreed easily.
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.ΰ³ΰΏ WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS
summary β living with cressida and monroe is a dream come true. unwanted memories pop up when james bond is sent to live with you three . . . and a lie detector brings up a lot more than it should.
pairings β first light!james bond x MI6!reader
pronouns β she/her
word count β 3.7k
note β a part two to this !! i genuinely didn't think you guys would love part 1 as much as you did so i had to think up a part 2 asap!! thank you for all the kind words <33
LONDON, DESPITE ITS OWN forms of chaos, felt more like home than malta ever could be.
malta was bunk beds and boiling sun and spending hours tending to cuts, scrapes and bruises that training on concrete with weapons and fists led to. malta was close-quarters living with unfamiliar people from different walks of life, each person so unique but so united in that everyone was apart of the same MI6 program. malta was a playground of make belief, waiting impatiently for a training mission to come up to get away from the enclosed training camp for just a few hours.
you loved malta, but london was home.
london was dreary weather and gloomy clouds overhead. london was bustling and lively with citizens and tourists, everyone so different and yet united in that they hid from the elements in coats and gloves and scarves. london was a certain type of nightlife that reminded you of childhood, of drinking variations of lemonade in pub chairs while your parents sipped at beer and wine over a plate of fish and chips with friends. london was a cosy reminder that all roads lead home, no matter where you end up in this cold world, and it would never turn its back on you.
the past few months had been overbearingly important. james bond had been cleared for advanced training. monroe, cressida and yourself hadn't lost any credits. you had managed to dig your way out of the hole greenway put you in after you were caught trying to sneak back into the camp, and a lot of it consisted of grovelling and james trying to convince greenway that it was his idea β which it was. the only good news was that M had looked past it when she found out that jesse was selling off MI6 intel to russian politicians and extremist groups thanks to the little undercover operation.
now you were trying to build back trust with greenway because you should have told him about all this before making the decision to get involved, and james' outcome was that he and greenway were still in a terrible, if not worse, spot than they had been to begin with. at least sitting in front of M in her office had given you some sort of relief that she wasn't as mad as everyone else seemed to be.
THE APARTMENT WAS LARGE but rather dull. bags were strewn across the floor, accompanied by kicked off shoes and mirrors and paintings yet hung up. two juxtaposing frames stood in the kitchen, one clearly each from cressida and monroe for you to decide on later. they had contrasting tastes that you had been in the middle of more times than you could count on one hand.
most of the bags were cressida's, each set a different colour to correspond with a specific item. light blue were her winter clothes, pastel yellow her summer clothes, and dark purple her formal attire. it had been the same colour-coding system since you and her were sharing a flat in your early days of MI6 before the resurrected 00 program stole you both away for something better.
it made your two small suitcases look like carry-on luggage in comparison. you were planning on getting some more of your belongings from storage transferred into the new apartment once you settled in, but for now the start of the six months living here would be a minimalist's dream.
"hey, there's our girl!" monroe grinned at you, moving down the hallway from the living space to greet you with a hug that crushed your spine. "cressida! she's here!"
"hello, darling!" cressida's voice rang out from up the adjoining hall. "i'm down the hall on the right!"
"she's puttin' clothes away," monroe shrugged, letting you go but keeping one arm around your shoulders as he led you through your new home. the place was a lot larger than it looked from the outside. it was all off-white and silver and brown, shelves empty and ready for personal touches to lay claim. "well, some of 'em, anyway."
his chuckle was contagious. you adored cressida to death but that girl had too much money and not enough wardrobe space. you doubted this place had enough to satisfy her sanity. "you're part of the problem, you know," you poked your finger into his chest. he stopped walking with you in one of the living spaces ( because you had just looked and somehow there was two ) and now you had noticed that the only thing he had unpacked so far was the alcohol sitting idly on the drinks trolley. priorities. "you keep telling her she looks good in everything."
"she does look good in everything, though," monroe defended.
"obviously," you rolled your eyes. they sparkled with a knowing look that he read rather easily. "but you know she values your opinions much more than anyone else . . . so at least convince her to get a bigger wardrobe first."
monroe's cheeks tinged pink. "go pick your room before bond gets here. we're leaving the worst for him." he changed the subject so fluidly it was like water.
he said it so casually it was almost insane to believe that monroe and james got along like two peas in a pod now. james had been in enough trouble after your little shared undercover stint, and that had increased tenfold when he and monroe beat the absolute shit out of each other while your little group were heading into the dining area. cressida and you had watched monroe instigate a fight while shaking your heads and headed inside, far away from the two of them. they were apparently friends after that, so there wasn't much more to it except for the fact that you still didn't like james bond but here he was now apart of your friend group.
or, you were sure you didn't like him. he was insufferably annoying and yet you could still taste his lips like you were chasing the thrill from the club, could still feel the indents on his fingers along your hips like they had been tattooed there. james bond was all mind games and it was seriously fucking with your head.
M had been cruel in deciding that james was to live with cressida, monroe and yourself. this had been your one opportunity to forget all about his stupid face for just a little bit but it was obvious that there was no other place for james. he was insanely talented, as were the rest of you; it tragically made sense.
as your group grew closer, james now included, it was getting harder to suppress the fact that you were still yet to tell at least cressida about that night in the club. your only hope was that james kept his distance and kept his big mouth shut.
"okay, okay," you laughed, bumping your shoulder into monroe's before exiting through the second living space and walking the hallway. the first room on your right was the door to the laundry. the second door on the right was the bathroom that you were certain was bigger than your childhood home. the first door on the left was the adjoined living space you had come from, and thus the second door on that side was the first bedroom. it wasn't as put-together as the third door on the right was, where 'cressida' was written on the door. you'd circle back to her after you claimed your room; knowing your luck, james would rock up and steal it right before your eyes.
the door at the very end of the hall had monroe's name on it, and so you picked the final door just before that on the left. it was a little nicer than the previous empty room looked like, with bedside tables, a large wardrobe, a desk, and a quaint little armchair for reading. it had long windows and led out to smaller balcony, which was perfect since the sun seemed to shine warmly on this side of the apartment. you set your suitcases on the floor as a silent claim of the room before walking back out down the hall.
"hey, guys!" the unmistakable sound of james bond's voice echoed throughout the empty place. accompanied with the front door being locked shut behind him, your shoulders slumped ever so slightly. you could vaguely hear monroe's voice as you slipped back into your room, not wanting to greet james out by cressida and monroe. you understood that he was part of the group, regarded him as such, but it was still awkward to pretend everything was normal. you're not sure how james pretended so well.
you heard your name be said by james as you kept busy by unpacking your things. it was late afternoon and you didn't have time to do it tomorrow. you set the book you were reading on the bedside table before flipping open the first suitcase to start hanging up your shirts. most of it was training gear, so you hung up the shirts and stuffed your shorts and tracksuit pants in the drawers. you had only just flipped open your second suitcase of nicer, non-MI6 clothes when you caught sight of james leaning against your doorframe.
"lovely dress," he said when you picked up the first one. it was a bit bigger than the one you wore in malta, but this time it was a backless black dress with intricate cobweb-like lace patterning across the front. "put it on, do a spin for me."
rolling your eyes, you slipped the dress onto a coat hanger and hung it up on the opposite end of your training shirts. you were planning on making the hanger space look like a spectrum: on one end training attire and on the other end would be classier outfits; the middle would be everything in between. "hello to you too, bond," you sighed, watching as he crossed his arms by the door. "can i help you?"
he shook his head with the ghost of a smirk across his lips. you swore that was his default face, like the world amused him to no end. "nope, just takin' in the scenery." his eyes were only on you, not the supposed scenery of your bedroom, and your eyes narrowed into a glare.
"and i'm busy," you sighed, picking up the coathanger attached to the garment bag that protected your favourite pantsuit from getting damaged. "i'm sure you are, too."
"brrr," james pretended to shiver, his teeth chattering. "you're cold." he stood up straight, now in the middle of your doorway instead of against it. "here's your keys," he tossed you a tulip keychain that contained two keys, presumably to your bedroom and front door, which you caught seamlessly. "and we've been tasked with cheating the lie detector while cress and monroe go get dinner. apparently my scores are terrible and yours . . . aren't."
you half-shrugged. it made sense: james had absolutely fumbled in front of the entire class when greenway baited him to fail the lie detector back in malta. you had moved through that portion of the lesson easily, as did cressida. greenway still wanted the three of you to assist james, even though he made it through to advanced training, and you were pretty sure that was where james' insolence was coming from. greenway was babying him and james was lashing out with weaponised incompetence.
or just straight up incompetence. sometimes it was hard to tell.
"mhm," you nodded, somewhat absently, and continued to hang up your clothes. "give me ten."
EVERYONE HAD A WEAKNESS. the point of passing the lie detector was to prove that a separation between personal life and MI6 life could be achieved. it protected agents to some degree, but it especially protected MI6 and the government. as agents, you were all expendable. no secrets, under any form of torture, could be spilled. they had to be taken to the grave.
cressida's weakness was rather simple. she was strong and she carried herself as such, and thus she had managed to have the lie detector agree that she was a fifty-four year old woman named eileen. all it had taken was a little slip of the tongue from james trying to stir the pot by asking about her and monroe, and cressida spluttered out a blatant lie about her not seeing monroe in that way. the laptop had turned an angry red and caught her in the lie, and that had been when she called it quits and wanted to go get dinner.
now it was your turn.
hooked up to cressida's laptop, you sat across from james on the couch. the coffee table was the only barrier between you, and he looked annoyingly good now that he had stripped off his jacket and was wearing a white shirt that fit snugly around his biceps. "you ready?" he asked, leaning forwards, hands resting on his knees. he watched you in a way that made you feel almost entirely self-conscious β a feeling you hadn't felt since before you were hired by MI6.
"yeah," you cleared your throat, leaning back comfortably against the cushions.
"okay. let's calibrate," james spoke, his voice level and the sparkle disappearing from his eyes. this level of seriousness from him was almost impossible to achieve. "what's your name?"
you told him your full name, and the computer beeped in agreement.
"where do you currently live?"
"bayswater, london," you answered immediately. "just moved in."
the laptop beeped again, and james. nodded this time. "we've got our baseline. think you can lie to me?"
"i know i can," you rolled your eyes, readjusting your position on the couch to cross one leg over the other. the computer agreed with you. james rolled his eyes.
"tell me about your family," james leaned back, his eyes never moving from your own. the eye contact was so intense it was clear he was trying to get you to fuck up and falter. if anything, you tilted your chin up a little higher.
"mum's a penguin accountant in antarctica," you liked rather smoothly, not moving a single bone in your body, "helps them out with their finances. my dad is a florist."
"oh, come on," his jaw dropped when the laptop agreed you were telling the truth. "how does the computer not think that penguin thing is bullshit? penguins don't have finances."
"that you know of," you shrugged, a smug smile threatening to pull across your lips.
sighing, james sat up straighter, thinking of what else he could possibly say. "why did you join MI6?"
"i stumbled across an MI6 operation in iceland and instead of doing what i was told, i almost died six times freeing MI6 prisoners and then blew up the one asset i was told not to destroy," you hardly blinked. the computer beeped affirmatively that you were telling the truth, and james huffed childishly as he sunk into the couch.
"you're kidding me," he scoffed, crossing his arms. "don't pretend to be me. you'd never be able to handle all that."
you raised an eyebrow at him. "yes, james. your diva energy is certainly too much for me," you deadpanned. "are we done here?"
"nuh uh," james quickly jumped in when he caught you about to take off the lie detector equipment. "we're not done until i trip you up in a lie."
sighing loudly, your shoulders slumped. "dear god, we'll be here all night."
james said nothing more, he just narrowed his eyes at you as if he were trying to read the thoughts rattling around in your brain.
"tell me," he started, his voice lower than it had been moments before. "tell me how you felt when i kissed you back in malta."
steadying your breathing, you kept your composure against his attempt. "i felt nothing," you shrugged, staring straight into his soul. "nothing at all."
the laptop beeped to say you were telling the truth. james, this time, really couldn't tell if you were lying or actually telling the truth, despite what the lie detector was saying. all he could see was you blinking at him like he couldn't still taste cranberries on his tongue; as if your hands hadn't gravitated to his chest like that was where they were always supposed to be.
"that's how you're gonna play it?" james rolled his eyes. he stood up sharply and walked over to the drinks trolley, where monroe had unpacked all his expensive scotch. you eyed him carefully, nothing to say in response, and watching as he picked up one of the crystal glasses. james disappeared out of the room to where you could hear him in the kitchen, and he came back moments later with some ice cubes in his glass.
cressida had no doubt filled up the ice trays earlier. james would thank her when her and monroe came back with takeaway for all of them. setting the cup back down on the tray, he picked up a twenty year old speyside scotch from the tray and filled his glass rather generously.
a speyside whiskey was very much a james bond type of scotch β the taste of apples, pears, honey and vanilla with lingering spices from being matured in old sherry casks. it wasn't peaty with smoke like the islay whiskies that monroe liked.
"fine," james sighed loudly, and certainly dramatically, before making his way back over to the couch across from you. he sipped at his scotch, eyes fluttering shut briefly to take in how perfect the taste was. "you don't wanna tell me how you felt when i backed you into a wall? when you melted into me immediately. talk about self-control . . . i think you lack it when it comes to me but you pretend to hate me because it's easier." your silence was deafening. james kept talking. "and now you're not talking because you know the lie detector will call you out on your bullshit."
you bit your tongue. he was insufferably correct. the safest bet was to hold your tongue until you knew you could compose yourself enough to answer without setting off the laptop. failing was embarrassing and you did not want james bond, of all people, to be the reason for it.
james took a large gulp of his scotch and leaned back against the couch cushions behind him. "so you're just gonna keep pretending you don't fancy me? not even a little bit . . ." he trailed off, and you bit the inside of your cheek when the ghost of a smirk suddenly appeared on his face. "you're just gonna sit there and pretend you're not in love with me?"
"shut up!" your mouth moved before you could think, sitting up impossibly straighter, your nails sinking into the armrest. "i don't even like you, let alone love you . . . christ, bond."
your heart sunk the second you heard your own voice. half a second later, the laptop chimed that tone to call you out on a lie.
james' smug look said it all.
you ripped the equipment off you and dropped your head into your hands. "don't say a fucking word."
james just shrugged. "i think it's cute. you're adorable when you don't look at me like you wanna murder me." you looked up and glared at him. "actually, i think you look adorable when you look like you wanna murder me. i take it back."
with a sigh, you held out your hand, eyes flickering between his own and the glass of scotch. he passed the glass over to you and you finished it with one gulp, the ice cubes rattling within the glass as you set it down on the table. you winced at the taste. "the lie detector is broken," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "very broken."
"mhm," james hummed. the lock clicked on the front door, and suddenly monroe and cressida's voices were echoing through the empty apartment as the door opened. "i'm sure it is." his eyes were lingering on you in that way he had been for months since malta . . . and it was so much clearer now as to why. that stupid undercover stunt the two of you had pulled had surfaced something that you refused to come to terms with. maybe james had already come to terms with it himself, or maybe he read through you in a way that you yourself couldn't do.
or maybe he was just being awful. that was also a possibility.
"we're back!" monroe called out as he kicked his shoes off by the door. "food's in the kitchen, come grab a plate, you two!"
"no need to shout, monroe," cressida whacked his arm as she followed him into the kitchen. james and you moved into the kitchen fairly quickly, with you making sure to leave space from him. she pulled boxes of chinese takeout from the bag and set them on the counter to be shared around. james got you out a plate but you ignored it to grab your own instead. "what've you lot been up to?"
"lie detector," you answered before james got a chance to. cressida eyed you with a curious expression at how down you suddenly sounded β she remembered you being in a good mood before they left not too long ago. "bond is terrible at it, by the way."
"yeah," monroe snorted, spooning a large clump of fried rice onto his plate. "tell us somethin' we don't know."
james sidled up to the island counter beside you, waiting for you to finish with the honey chicken so that he could put some on his own plate. "you heard the man," he nudged your shoulder playfully, "tell the man something he doesn't know."
your glare was like ice as you turned to look at him. the last thing you needed was monroe knowing about the whole lie detector incident. you loved him but he had a big mouth and an even bigger heart . . . he would try set you up with james before you could blink. currently, it was better being left unsaid. there was an upcoming assignment that needed your full attention, thinking about where you stood with james could wait.
"you're insufferable, james," you muttered under your breath.
all he did was grin, "just the way you like it."
β΄οΈ OFF-SEASON oscar piastri !
summary β in which the summer break means you get to finally spend some quality time with your boyfriend . . . and his teammate, apparently.
pairings β oscar piastri x fem!figureskater!reader
note β and for the sake of this we're gonna pretend both figure skating and F1 have the same break schedule so this can be summer break themed. thank you.
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.ΰ³ΰΏ VODKA CRANBERRY
summary β there's nothing but annoyance when james bond joins the 00 training program in malta. you, along with cressida and monroe, sat at the top of all of your classes, as tight-knit as they come. that changes when james decides to infiltrate your little circle in that annoyingly smug way that he seems to carry himself.
pairings β first light!james bond x MI6!reader
pronouns β she/her
word count β 3.9k
note β i played through the entire game and i fear that kickstarted me back into my james bond phase. i also got so attached to the beginning of the game so i wanted to explore that a little more :) fem!reader and she's slightly younger than her peers for plot relevance btw
part two !
THE WORLD ENDED WHEN greenway introduced MI6's newest recruit to the 00 program, you were convinced.
"everyone, meet our new star: aircrewman bond," greenway had said to your class then. bond, who you had learnt was the james bond who blew up the asset in iceland. he was all lines and sharp edges, a jawline to die for and a freshly buzzed haircut that seemed to draw out his features even more. there was a sharp red line drawing down the right side of his face under his eye, and then you had watched monroe beat the shit out of him and reopen the healing wound.
"if he fails, i take two credits from all three of you."
greenway was not the man you wanted to defy, so you had wisely kept your mouth shut from complaining until cressida, monroe and yourself were back in the common room you all shared. being the top of the class had its perks, you three were the first to head out on any training mission thrown at you, but this had you wishing you hadn't trained so hard to get to the top.
five days on, you were starting to lose your mind. james bond was the devil incarnate.
"I'M LOSING MY MIND, cress," you pulled at your hair, exasperatedly pacing back and forth.
"you're tearing holes in the carpet," monroe pointed out lazily. lounging on the back legs of his chair, his feet kicked up on the table in front of them. the poker game laid out in front of you had been to test your bluffing skills but had since been abandoned at monroe's mention of james.
"you brought him up," cressida shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. "you know how she gets about him."
huffing loudly, you stopped your pacing just long enough to glare between your friends. "why should i have to lose credit points because he's failing?" you questioned. there was no answer they could possibly give.
"there's been an improvement," cressida said, forever the more level-headed out of monroe and you. it was also no secret that james had been growing on her. "he got the flag in forty seconds today."
monroe scoffed. "still ten seconds out. no way he picks that up in a week."
"i just don't understand howβ"
"effortlessly charming i am?" james bond's voice echoed as he stepped into the common room. you didn't dare turn around to face him, just rolled your eyes and watched as monroe did the same. "me neither, think i was born with it."
"and that's my cue," monroe kicked his feet off the table, set his chair back on the ground properly, and then stood up. he gathered his things, "let's go, cressida."
"mhm," she hummed absentmindedly, standing up. "i have to go meet jesse at the range now, anyway." her eyes found yours, "coming?"
"i, uh, actually wanted to steal her for a moment," james cut in before you could agree. this time you actually turned to glare at him as he sidled into the space beside you. "social engineering homework and all," he held up a stack of papers like that meant something. sadly, you couldn't disregard him when your position in the program relied on his success. you caught monroe's disbelief stare at the fact that james was coming to you of all people about social engineering. this time you rolled your eyes at him instead.
with a sigh, you gave cressida a tight-lipped smile. "i'll catch up." you watched her and monroe go with a downturned expression and a newfound resentment for the man standing beside you. he didn't seem to care, simply moving past and sitting in the chair cressida had just been occupying in the otherwise empty room.
"come on," he gestured annoyingly to the chair across from him. it had been kicked at an awkward angle in a fit of annoyance by you earlier, and you suspected he assumed as much considering he caught you mid-rant and mid-pace earlier. reluctantly, you dropped into the chair, sliding down into it like depression was swallowing you whole.
"what do you want, james?" you asked with a deep sigh. "don't bullshit me with social engineering, we both know you're good at that."
"ah, what can i say?" james shrugged, leaning back casually in his chair. "needed to get your attention somehow."
he received your pointed look and had half the brain to actually start talking. leaning forward, arms now crossed over the table in front of him, he lowered his voice just enough for it to sound like a soothingly low gravel. "i think i've found a security issue."
you blinked. "you're kidding me," immediately, you were up out of your chair. "this is a concern for M, not me."
james reached out and grabbed your wrist before you could walk away. "no, justβ just listen," there was a shift in james, something more vulnerable . . . his eyes glossed over in a way that you had never seen in him before. james bond was all cocky confidence and so his sudden desperation of a kicked puppy stopped you in your tracks. "if i go to M with no proof . . . i'm in enough trouble as it is."
you couldn't fault that. you half-shrugged and sat back down at the table. there was no telling if you would still lose credit points if james was kicked out of the program . . . but there was also the spy training ingrained into you that made a potential security issue all the more exciting. "spill," you narrowed your eyes at him, snatching your wrist back. james' touch lingered a second too long before he clasped his hands in front of him.
"i overheard jesse talking to someone last night," james began, and when he saw your mouth open to comment on how vague that was, he shut you down by glaring. "on the phone. he's planning on meeting a 'contact' at the the local club . . . now it could be nothing but . . ."
he trailed off in a way that kept your interest satisfied. "damn it," you muttered under your breath. he smirked knowing that he had won over your interest; it was no secret you couldn't help yourself. you topped your class for a reason and he was using that to his advantage. "so you want to go stalk jesse in a club because you overheard a phone call?"
"no, i want us to go stalk jesse," he countered with that annoying lopsided grin. "c'mon, what do you say?"
you puffed air into your cheeks in thought. "if we find out something we tell M immediately," you stated. "and you have to not promise to piss off greenway for the next two weeks."
james made a tch sound. "four days."
you glared. "one week."
he matched your stare. "fine," he caved unwillingly. reaching out across the table to offer his hand. "do we have a deal?"
with a sigh, you shook his hand. "fine, yeah. deal."
"lovely," james stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets and tucking in the chair with his leg. "i'll pick you up at eight. dress nice."
you sunk into your chair with a huff, a frown pulling across your lips. "fun," you grumbled, glancing over at the clock hanging on the wall. four hours until eight.
"IT'S TOO SHORT," YOU couldn't help but complain, pulling the bottom of your tight dress down for the sixth time this minute. "seriously, you could've given me a little more notice. i clearly need a new dress."
"ah," james waved his hand, eyeing you up and down in the same way you had seen him do it to other women in the program. the only difference was that you were in an extremely short dress and not training clothes. "i think you look great. all eyes'll be on you tonight."
"which is what we don't want when we're meant to be undercover," you scoffed, pulling your skirt down once more from james' prying eyes. "keep your eyes to yourself, bond. walk faster, we need to find jesse."
THE CLUB WAS LOUD. it had been a while since you'd been in one, long before you were shipped out to malta and back when you were celebrating your eighteenth birthday. everything since then had been spy stuff, the kind where they didn't send you out to clubs because you hadn't looked old enough to get through the door without an ID, let alone have good enough social engineering skills to do what had to be done on the inside. you were better at it now than you once had been, but it was frustrating when james bond, without training, seemed to have it down quicker than you did.
"everyone's so touchy, christ . . ." you trailed off, letting james lead you through the crowd of dancing people on the main dance floor. it was the quickest way to get to the bar and apparently that was where jesse was most likely to be.
"we're at a club and you look incredible," james called over the noise. "can't exactly blame 'em." he caught your sharp glare. "except it's rude and they shouldn't be doing that at all, yep."
you hummed, not that he could hear it with all the noise, and sidled up alongside a tall side table that still had the glasses of the last occupants that had cleared out seemingly not long ago. "what's our move?" you asked, leaning on the table. james' eyes sparkled under the fluorescent neon lights from above.
"good ol' fashioned tailing," james fixed the collar of his jacket. "i'll get ya a drink? what do you fancy?"
a drink. it had been a while since you had allowed yourself to drink. you were one of the younger recruits, everyone else in their mid-twenties while you were stuck at twenty-two, training your ass off to prove you didn't need the same experience as everyone else to be a valuable asset to MI6. you went out with the others on occasion when you were allowed to leave the training camp, but you stayed sharp. that meant being liquorless and watching out for when random civilians tried to spike your peers' drinks. you liked being the designated driver. you liked knowing that your peers and friends could count on you.
you couldn't believe you were saying yes to james bond of all people. somehow he had been the one to break down all of your logic, especially on this secret mission. you were not a lightweight but that didn't mean your judgement wouldn't be impaired with one drink. and yet . . . "surprise me," you told him, a gentle shrug in your shoulders. you watched his lips turn upwards, his eyes scanning every inch of you that wasn't hidden behind the tall table. you were suddenly very self-conscious about the fact that your shoulders were bare save for the thin straps holding your dress up.
"mhm, that i can do," he shot you that charming wink you were pretty sure he used on everyone else and disappeared over to the bar.
when he came back minutes later, he slid a red drink across the table to you and set his martini down in front of him. it felt quite telling: a sophisticated drink for him and what looked to be a children's drink for you.
james must have caught the gears turning behind your eyes. "it's a vodka cranberry," he answered your unasked question. "pointed you out to the bartender and he said this suited you."
"mhm," you hummed, bringing the straw to your lips to take a sip. it was the perfect balance of tart and sweet with just enough vodka to warm your stomach. it wasn't overpoweringly strong with alcohol and it left you enjoying it a little more than you probably should be while you were supposed to be undercover. "'s perfect. what now?"
"now," james raised his own glass like a mini toast, bringing it closer to his lips. "we wait for jesse over there to move over to the bar." he gestured with his head, and you followed the general direction until you saw where jesse was posted up dancing on top of some girl. his eyes were peeled, scanning his surroundings for whoever he was supposed to meet. jesse was in the same program james and you were apart of β he had the same training, and that meant you needed to be cautious, but it was really no secret that jesse wasn't as strong as the other recruits.
he spent more time in the range because his aim was atrocious, and his main strength happened to be the capture the flag obstacle courses. he had skills, but his heart didn't really seem to be in it for the correct reasons. cressida had said his mother was a powerful politician that had some sort of sway with MI6, you assumed that was part of the reason why he was still around.
"he's gonna see us," you sighed, casually sipping at your drink through the straw. you had already finished half of it with how much it didn't taste like vodka β a very dangerous drink indeed.
"not to brag, but i believe i rank higher than you in social engineering," he brushed off like it was nothing. "just trust me."
"trust you?" you raised your eyebrows at him. "i trust you to talk our way into a broom closet. i do not trust you to talk our way into whatever the fuck you're planning."
"i could teach you a thing or two," james shrugged, easily downing the rest of his martini and glancing back out into the crowd. he left no room for argument, promptly straightening back up. "he's on the move . . . fuck."
you could barely hear him over the noise. "what?" you asked, discreetly turning your head to try catch a glimpse of jesse.
"he's headed into the VIP lounge," james relayed, his eyesight focused on his surroundings. "any ideas?"
scanning the room, a fair few options struck you. you were resourceful, this was the easy part . . . it was the selling it that held you back. but you needed to prove that you were better than james bond, and tonight had to be your opportunity to get it right. it was almost embarrassing how terrible at bluffing you could be.
there were a few options, but you noticed something reflecting the light in a woman's purse. "just one," you nodded, "stay here."
james didn't say anything, just slid your unfinished drink over to his side of the table, discarded the straw into his empty martini glass, and downed the rest of the red liquid.
the dance floor was significantly more dense than it was ten minutes ago. drunk bodies moved up against other drunk bodies, powdered substances leaving light traces on the skin and producing a different kind of atmosphere. it was very much unlike the clubs you had been to back home. this seemed to be a high-end establishment full of the wealthy and infamous.
in the tight, too-small black dress that had been fished from the very back of your closet, you seemed to fit right in in the crowd. smoothly dancing your way through to the centre of the floor, far enough away from jesse, you added a little stumble into your step as you tumbled straight into two unsuspecting women. you hadn't needed your Q-lens to discover the VIP passes half-hanging out of their purses, and so in your stumble, you quickly collected them and tucked them under the fabric of your tight skirt. they hadn't noticed a thing.
"god, i'm so sorry," you slurred your words with a giggle, helping straighten the women upright. they looked about the same age as you, dolled up in all glam and glitter that sparkled under the vibrant lights. you gasped quickly, derailing from the fact that they looked a little confused as to how you had bumped into them when they hadn't seen you anywhere near them moments prior. "oh! your nails are absolutely stunning, oh my gosh," you complimented the two of them, "you have to give me the name of your nail place!"
it seemed to work. james watched on with curiosity as you spoke to the women, all three of you with matching wide smiles. he couldn't make out what you were saying, but he could tell you were gushing over them and they were eating up every drop of it. eventually, you waved them goodbye, air kissing their cheeks and them doing the same back, before moving back through the crowd to reach james. "got it!" you grinned, pulling the two passes out from under the tight fabric and sliding one across the table to james.
his grin mirrored your own. it was almost frightening how light you suddenly felt in his presence. "about to top social engineering class with that little display," he shot you a wink. the room felt like it was warming up. "or maybe just thievery 101."
"mhm, funny," you drawled, "come on, bond. don't wanna lose jesse in here . . . doubt we'll find him again without alerting the entirety of Q-lab that we snuck out."
"i doubt Q would snitch," james shrugged, shoving his hands back into his pockets as the two of you made your way back through the crowd, cautiously making your way to the VIP lounge.
"oh, he'd definitely snitch on you," you chuckled lightly. "you don't get to fuck up in iceland and get away with it."
dramatically, james placed his hand on his heart and doubled over like he had been stabbed. "ouch, you wound me."
getting into the VIP lounge was easier now that you didn't have to talk your way in. pickpocketing those women had been the right move because flashing the little pass at the bouncer had let you in with a respectable nod. "over there," you whispered, moving in the opposite direction of where jesse was seated in a booth with another man. the man was older, his face rugged from scars of the past. slits were shaved into his dark eyebrows. he looked the exact opposite of the cleanly-shaven, young and professional face belonging to jesse.
james bent down as if to tie his shoe. you almost tripped over him with how sudden his movement was. "christ," you grumbled, regaining balance in your heels. he was lucky you were skilled enough to avoid falling on your face. "what are you doing?" you hissed.
he hit record on the voice memo app on his phone. "trust me," he grinned and then slid his phone across the floor. it had just enough power behind it to slide through the people mingling, not stopping until it was directly under the table jesse was sitting at.
"lucky shot," you scoffed. you snatched a glass of champagne off a tray a waitress was walking by with. james pretended to loop his shoelaces once more before standing back up. he leaned back and grabbed a flute of the same champagne off the same waitress, shooting her a charming wink that left her blushing red and beelining away.
"we can't risk getting closer than this," he took a sip and let the bubbles melt on his tongue. "if only we could hack the guy."
YOU didn't speak again, time lapsing like waves crashing ferociously into the shoreline. longshore drift dragged you so far back until throwing you back again, a constant reminder that you were stuck in a glamorous VIP lounge with the insufferable james bond every time your mind drifted away to all the fun you could be having in a club. you hoped to god that the next time you were in a club it would be because cressida wanted a night out and invited you along with her.
"fuck," you heard james mutter in the split-second pause for the song to change, breaking you from your thoughts. his hands found your hips, moving you backwards until your back hit the closest wall. his lips was so close to yours that you could the bitter botanicals of his martini intertwining with the tart sweetness of your cranberry-forward drink. "you're gonna hate me just a little more, but . . ."
he trailed off into silence when his lips met yours. you froze, your hands moving to grab at his jacket as he made gentle work massaging his fingers soothingly into your hips. he was buttering you up, wanting to make you melt under his touch and god it was tragically working.
you found yourself hesitantly kissing him back, letting your lips move against his in soft tandem. until his tongue dragged across your lips, and suddenly you were giving in and sinking your teeth into his bottom lip. he was overwhelmingly everything you hated. cocky, overconfident, mannerless and too reliant on charm as first nature. but, right here in this current moment, you were enamoured. he was everything you weren't and yet here you were, hands sliding up to rest on his chest as if you didn't hate him. as if he didn't annoy you with his insufferably irritating way of carrying himself. as if he wasn't the reason your career in the 00 program could crash and burn after all the effort you had put in.
but none of that mattered right now, and nor did it matter when you broke away to gulp down as much oxygen as you could. his hands remained firmly planted on your hips like he had claimed them as his own. you couldn't find the words to tell him to fuck off.
"you taste sweeter than i expected," he said casually. even more casually, he essentially just admitted that he had thought about kissing you prior to tonight, but you disregarded that by blinking away the trance you had just fallen under.
"what just . . . why?" was all you could spit out.
"jesse got up and started walking our way," he pointed at the booth jesse and the other man had been sitting at. it was now empty. "i'm a pretty recognisable guy, y'know? figured he wouldn't think twice if we were . . . y'know."
you crossed your arms over your chest. your lipstick had smudged off on james' lips but he clearly had no shame in displaying it, so you kept your mouth shut. he had surely kissed enough girls to know that lipstick smudged. he wore it like a badge of honour and somehow that made you feel hotter than that kiss did.
"get your phone," was all you said, shaking any james bond related thoughts away. "hopefully we got something good out of all that fuss."
james cracked a lopsided smile, "dunno," he winked again, "thought that kiss was something good."
you glared at him. a laugh tumbled past his lips as he held his hands up in surrender, backing away to go grab his phone from under the booth with a 'sorry, lads, must've dropped my phone', to the new group that had slid into the booth.
you left the VIP lounge before he had a chance to catch up.
GREENWAY WAS WAITING BY the entrance to the training camp when james and you finally made it back. it was early morning, maybe two o'clock, and he looked incredibly unhappy.
"busted," james held his hands up in surrender, much like he did back when you glared at him in a similar fashion to how greenway currently was back in the club.
"you've got some explaining to do," his eyes flickered between the two of you dangerously. "especially you," he said your last name with enough fire to light the embers in your stomach. "my office, now."
yβknow how they made and placed wanted posters for Daredevil and missing posters for Matt Murdock to promote Season 2 of Daredevil Born Again?
How would Clark react to just watching the news in The Daily Planet absentmindedly, but all of a sudden he just sees his girlfriend flash up on the screen with missing across her face and Daredevil with a wanted photo. And what if he gets up and tries to call her but she doesnβt/or canβt respond to him :(
.ΰ³ΰΏ MISSING IN ACTION
summary β clark had last seen her a week ago. having taken a few days off work, she was off laying low and chasing leads on the missing kids. last he had heard from her was three days ago when she checked in from a payphone in gotham. halfway through his work day at the daily planet, he realises something is seriously wrong.
pairings β clark kent x daredevil!reader
pronouns βΒ she/her
word count β 4.0k
note β shut up because this is one of my favourite requests yet. oh my god. thank you whoever you are this is fucking art i hope i did it justice <33 masterlist for daredevil!reader here
CLARK COULDN'T TALK HER out of things as easy as he hoped.
he loved her to death but the moment he had found out that she was planning on spending as much time as necessary to stake out luthor's underground experiment rings, his nerves had been on fire. it was like thousands of angry fire ants were permanently embedded under his skin, stinging him and waiting for his healing to kick in to do it all over again.
she had only packed a small bag, mostly her daredevil suit, a few pairs of regular clothes and as much cash as she could get her hands on without any suspicious withdrawals from her account. the last thing she needed was anyone making the connection that she had disappeared from metropolis for a strangely similar extended period of time as the daredevil. not that anyone would really make the connection between a blind lawyer and a vigilante, but it was a risk she couldn't take.
THAT HAD BEEN A week ago. since then, clark had only heard from her twice: when she made it to opal city at the beginning of the week, and then three days ago when she had followed a lead to gotham.
clark wasn't one to dwell. he kept himself distracted by your leave by throwing himself into his work and doing his part to research into the separate companies built off lexcorp. lois seemed to note his obsessive nature of it, so much so that she inserted herself into his research and widened his perspective of who to look into. it kept him thinking about his girlfriend less, just enough so that he didn't spiral while she was away.
it certainly helped him not picture her dead in an alleyway garbage can somewhere in the depths of gotham. he had faith in her and he knew better than most that she could look after herself.
he was so thrown into his work that, only after it had been a week (which was longer than she had scheduled time off for), did he begin to notice a strange shift in the world around him. the streets seemed rowdier about dark, and a higher police presence had been put into place to help control the issue.
people were realising the daredevil hadn't been seen out in quite some time. less media outlets were discussing lex luthor and his company's actions. even the government officials had been strangely quieter, not pushing their abolish illegal metahumans rhetoric that had been plaguing the news for months.
all the news reported on now was a higher number of superman sightings and the daily sports and weather updates. the clouds were gloomier, the sun struggling to break through the thick grey matter. clark had been spending a lot more time as superman down in his antarctic fortress, lounging in the remains of the sun instead of returning to his apartment. the silence and lack of human technology was a blessing.
apparently, it was also a curse.
"NO, MAN," CLARK WAVED jimmy off for the fifth time that morning. "i'm sorry, i don't have time tβ"
"clark," there was something off about jimmy's tone this time. it had him looking up from his computer, questioning the sudden change. jimmy was an upbeat kinda guy and so him being this serious in a situation that seemingly didn't constitute it wasn't normal.
"what?" clark asked, suddenly very aware of jimmy's somber expression. "what's up?"
jimmy's eyes led clark's gaze to one of the tv screens up on one of the many pillars, the one closest to lois' desk. she was already staring at it with an unreadable expression.
clark's blood ran cold. "turn it up," he told jimmy, who did so immediately. clark had heard it just fine, alien hearing and all that, but this was such a deafening moment that it felt like everything had just failed him. he stood up and he felt like his knees were crumbling. his mouth felt dry and his skin scratchy and his hearing disintegrated. was there kryptonite nearby?
"βhas been reported missing by colleagues at her law firm after a few days off turned into over a week of no contact." the news anchor said it so seriously it was almost unreal. this wasn't right. she wasn't missing, clark would know if something had happened to his girlfriend. he was sure of it.
and then your face flashed up on the tv like one of those missing posters he saw decorating the streets, childrens faces standing out with a smile from a time that they had been so happy. his work, that he had started because of her, was to find those exact children that were depicted in those posters.
now she was one of the posters. she wasn't smiling like those kids; her photo had been taken outside of a courthouse, red glasses reflecting a thousand words. he knew that photo to be her first big win, the one where he had met her for the first time and fallen enamoured.
clark felt cold, numb, frozen.
"known for her work in defending metahumans, her paths have crossed with various vigilantes and self-proclaimed 'superheroes'. we have had reports stating that she may potentially have a connection to the currently wanted vigilante, daredevil, who has also not been seen for almost two weeks now."
the screen shifted, the poster of her face with missing in red text shifted over to the left and a new poster flashed up on the screen.
this time it was the daredevil with wanted written in the same red font under her face. everything about your hidden identity was so obviously her that it was hard to believe people couldn't see through it β especially now that both identities were side by side. he supposed it was similar to his hypno-glassesβ
and he realised he was actively trying to think about anything but the fact that his girlfriend could be dead somewhere and he blinked, staring back at the tv screen.
"we're urging anyone with any information to come forward and contact us at the number on the screen . . ."
it all faded out. one moment he was standing, and the next time he blinked he had sunken into his desk chair and had lois and jimmy hovering over him.
"oβokay man," jimmy's hand hesitantly found clark's shoulder, not really sure what to do. "uh . . . just breathe . . .?"
"that's . . ." clark's tongue felt numb and heavy. "that's my . . ."
lois cleared her throat. hand on her hips, she bent down to clark's eye level with a gaze of steel. he blinked his blurry eyes a few times until she looked a lot clearer. "okay, clark," she said sharply, "we're gonna find her, okay? i just need you to tell me whβ"
"lex luthor," clark mumbled out before she could finish asking. he already knew: who would she consider to be an enemy right now? the obvious answer was lex luthor and there was absolutely no doubt about it. she defended metahumans in the court of law, the same metahumans that lex disregarded like mud under his polished loafers. she also had been building a case against him, with the help of clark and the daily planet archives, to gain intel on the experiments his companies are implementing on children so that she could seek justice for them. their families deserved closure and their children back if possible, and that included taking down lex luthor himself. clark was sure lex knew what her plans were well enough by now, it hadn't exactly been a secret as of late.
"oh, good. again," jimmy rubbed his face. "we are so screwed."
every time an article went out about lex luthor and his companies, it had all come back to haunt them. lois had been followed by some of his thugs (that mysteriously stopped when superman stepped in) and jimmy recieved more than enough threats on his life in the mail. it never stopped them, there was freedom of speech and journalist protections in place for a reason, but it was incredibly inconvenient and annoying all the same.
"i . . . i think i'm gonna deal with this," clark said slowly, quietly. "superman kinda owes me a favour with all the good press i've given him, so . . ."
"mhm, yeah," jimmy nodded. "good idea to have a superhero on our side. nice thinking, man."
our side. it brought back that warmth to know that his coworkers, his friends, cared about her after only a handful of times meeting her. he narrowly noticed lois' eyes stare at him in that particular way she always did when superman was brought up, but clark never thought too much about it. how could she know if she had never seen him without his glasses?
either way, she nodded, "good idea. we'll dig up what we can on luthor while you go . . . do that," she nodded, her smile tight-lipped as she moved back to her desk.
jimmy nodded in agreement, "i'll let perry know if he asks."
leaving everything on his desk, clark forced himself to his feet, albeit a little clumsily, and called out a 'thank you!' over his shoulder as he ran towards the elevator.
five minutes later, he was dialling her number as he manoeuvred into his superman outfit.
IT WAS COLD, THE air thin. something metallic speckled across her tongue and painted her mouth disgustingly like the copper she could smell from rusted pipes. something heavy kept her wrists down, jingling when she moved like chains. based on the grit she could feel rubbing against the outside of her wrists, she decided they were rusted, too.
she wasn't the daredevil, and that was probably the best case scenario right now. one moment she had been sitting in her dump of a motel room in gotham, flicking through the various tv stations for background noise and the next she had been grabbed and unable to put up a fight. not that there was much of a fight that a blind woman could put up anyway, not with a secret identity under wraps in an unfamiliar city.
her phone was ringing for the sixth time now. she wasn't even sure how it was able to ring this far below ground but it gave her some form of hope to know that someone was looking for her. she assumed it would be clark, but she had since overheard that her firm's new paralegal had filed a missing persons report, and she knew that she would be giving that woman a raise the second she got out of here.
"someone clearly wants your attention," it was a man's voice, the same one she remembered hearing back in her motel room. "who is . . . clark? a boyfriend, maybe?"
keeping silent, she kept her face blank. that meant that he knew something was wrong, good.
"are you gonna answer me?" he snarled, footsteps drawing closer.
"are you gonna answer me?" she retorted, tilting her head to the side and listening in to see where exactly the man was standing. he had to at least be a few metres away now. "why am i even here?"
he scoffed. "because you're snooping around in our business . . . gettin' daredevil involved in our shit, too. should've fuckin' kept out of it, girl."
"i'm a lawyer," she deadpanned, "i've been hired to bring justice to those kids you've got in that other room." pointing blindly behind her, she took a stab at a wild guess based on the sounds she had heard earlier. this was probably great for her in some fucked up way, considering they had taken her potentially straight to the source of the kids she had been tracking down for months. "i don't even work with daredevil."
she heard his breathing fall unsteady. so the missing kids were in this same space and she had been correct all along. this man had pretty much just confirmed that lex luthor was apart of this, and that this kidnapping wasn't just some random event.
stupidity is a disease.
"yes, i know about the kids," she continued. she had plunged in the knife and now it was time to twist until it stung. "and what you guys are doing to them. disgusting, really."
his nostril's flared. she heard his blood pressure spike. "you don't understandβ"
"what's not to understand?" she spat out, a devilish smile pulling across her lips. it was so much unlike the professional smile she was normal seen on tv with, and so much like one of a specific alter-ego. how easily she was able to switch almost scared her; the lines blurring between where the really good lawyer ended and where the daredevil started. "you're kidnapping children and experiementing on them because theyr'e easier than adults. they're defenceless, they're vulnerable, they're malleable, everything that someone your own size couldn't ever be."
his footsteps drew closer. he bent down until she could feel his breath across her face. it was hot and smelt like the burger he undoubtedly had for whatever meal the current time of day corresponded with. time was difficult to tell in darkness so far underground. even if she strained her ears, she couldn't hear the trill of birds of the squeal of bats or the thunderous exhausts of cars. everything was dark and cold and still.
"you shut your mouth," he grabbed her cheeks and squashed her face harshly, "you don't know what the fuck you're talkin' 'bout."
she spat at him and he let go. "you're too much of a pussy to pick on someone who can fight back? isn't that right? c'monβ" she was cut off by his hand striking her face with so much force that she lost her bearings on her environment for a moment. feeling blood pool in her mouth, she spat at the ground this time, leaning forward just enough to unnoticeably sit up on her toes a little more from where she was kneeling on the floor. "come on," she annunciated this time. "'s that all you got?"
rage consuming him, when the man went to fight again, his balance was uneven and therefore she took full advantage of it. pushing off her toes, she stood and slammed her body full-force into the man until he went tumbling down with her. from there, she managed to manoeuvre so that the heavy chains were situated around his neck, just enough force pulling back on his neck to choke him to sleep rather than killing him. he struggled, but she kept her legs locked around his waist from behind to avoid getting kicked off. slowly, his fight trickled out of him until he was out cold on the floor. she groaned and shoved him off of her before pulling herself to her feet.
"okay," she mumbled, closing her eyes once more. blindly, she reached out until she felt the man's shirt, and she ripped as much of it as she could to fasten it around the top half of her face like a makeshift mask. the chains rattled awkwardly as they tried to restrict her from doing so, but she managed to tie the knot. "where are those kids . . .?"
taking a deep breath, she let the tension flow from her shoulders, rolling her neck. the chains dragged her wrists down, but that was a mild inconvenience compared to her real objective. she knew that this wouldn't be all of the kids, based on the amount of voices she had heard, there had to be at least ten and there were plenty more missing. ten was better than nothing, and so she let her feet carry her in the direction she heard them from earlier.
the layout was strange. there were walls and scaffolding that she had to dodge all over the place. she supposed it was either a building since abandoned due to costs like so many others, or it was just a shell of a building that lex had put money into for a 'future project'. she didn't stop until she approached a door, and voices rattled louder from inside when she jiggled the locked handle.
"fuck, okay," she muttered, taking a few steps back. "step away from the door," she called out, trying to keep her voice light as to not scare the kids on the other side of the door. when she heard feet shuffle, she threw herself at the door with all the strength she could muster. it gave way under the force, flinging inwards and snapping at the hinges. she heard a few young voices scream, but otherwise it was clear no one was hurt when the dust settled.
"hey," she said quietly, tilting her head to assess the room. there were eleven different heartbeats, she had miscounted earlier, and all of them were staring expectantly. they seemed to be in fairly good shape all things considered, except for maybe two in the middle of the lot that were having a harder time breathing than the others. "i'm here to get you guys out of here, but we've gotta be super quiet, okay?"
"are you a superhero?" one quiet voice asked, a little boy on the far left. your head turned to the voice.
not really, she thought, but she couldn't tell a bunch of kids that. not after all they had been through. "i'm your superhero, i guess," she agreed, trying to sound a little confident in it. "now, can we all walk?"
a chorus of yes ( and one girl who said her leg hurts ) echoed, and you took that as a good sign. "okay, you," she pointed to a random kid, "help her," you pointed to the girl with the sore leg. "and i need someone to go get my phone from in that room back there," you gestured to where you had just come from. "can you all do that?"
one girl stepped forward. "i can get it," she promised. she was missing a tooth from the way she was talking, a slight whistle through her front teeth, and she hoped that it was from her losing her baby teeth from normal means and not because it had been knocked out of her mouth. her blood boiled at the thought.
"perfect, good girl," you smiled softly, "i need you to call back one of the missed calls from a contact called clark, and then put it on speaker for me. yes?"
"yes," the girl nodded. "i can do that."
her heart was breaking. these kids couldn't be any older than ten. "come on, let's go."
it was relatively easy from there. awkwardly walking with her hands tied in front of her, she didn't stop until the little girl was redialling clark and holding the phone up.
it hardly rang once. "baby? oh my god, i'mβ"
"listen to me," she cut him off urgently. "i don't know where i am but it's some old building in gotham, probably abandoned, and maybe at least a street away from some sort of burger place. i'veβ" she paused to catch her breath. "i've found some of the kids, clark . . . i can't get out. i don't know where i am . . ."
that was the true horror. she hated the unknown and with a lack of vision, any sort of loss on her position was an instant panic attack. she was doing her best to not give in to it because there were eleven kids huddled around her, butβ
"miss," a squeak of a voice came from her right. she held her breath as if it would stop the imminent panic and waited for him to continue. "i can untie your hands, miss."
and, without warning, he lifted the heavy chains in his little hands and snapped them clean in half. they fell from your wrists in a loud clang on the floor. one of the other boys jumped. "you are incredible, you hear me?" you told him truthfully. god, the last thing she wanted was any of these kids hating themselves with the new abilities they had. she knew what that was like and it was torture.
clark only spoke once he heard silence. "i can see an old building up ahead . . . there's a diner down the street."
"maybe?" you said slowly. you could feel hands grabbing at your arms, shivering with terror and grabbing onto you like you were the only source of stability. "get to the entrance of the building . . . i'll let you know if i can hear you."
for the next few minutes it was agonising silence. she readjusted the makeshift mask her your face anxiously, knowing that clark was their only hope right now. it was the blind leading the blind in this scenario, with an outline of the building unfamiliar and her head scrambled, getting out safely may not have been possible. she wasn't going to put the lives of children at risk when she wasn't at her best.
and then, a bang!
"tell me that was you," she whispered like saying it any louder was a curse. she heard it again, and this time she smiled.
"yep," he hit the broken pipe against the building one more time for good measure. "thinking of starting a band."
"maybe stick to your day job," she couldn't help but smile. "what do you see?"
"uh, building is empty on the side you're on. looks like it was just the one guy while everyone else is on their lunch break. i'll be down in a sec."
he hung up, and only then did the girl who was holding the phone tap you on your shoulder. "hey, miss?"
"mhm, sweetheart?" you answered gently.
"who is that?"
you grinned, a symbol of hope in the darkness. "what if i told you that was superman?"
gasps echoed around her. "no way! we get to meet superman?" "oh my god, superman!" "i love superman!"
she had never truly understood the extent around the cult-following that superman had until now. even just hearing his name rose like symbol of peace and hope within these trying times, something that felt so weird to comprehend compared to other superheroes. others struck fear into people, some cared little about civilians, but something about superman being for the people made him so loveable. from helping kittens stuck in trees and helping the elderly cross the street to stopping intergalactic threats, superman put everyone else before himself in every situation. to be so selfless and caring was to be loved universally, and though that was something she knew she could never reach, she loved witnessing it for him all the same. these kids needed hope right now and superman was about to be that pillar of security for them.
she wasn't sure how clark had gotten down to their level so quickly, but she didn't care whatsoever when she heard his voice and suddenly tiredness washed over her. her adrenaline shattered into a million pieces, disappearing into nothing and drooping her shoulders towards the floor. the kids were so excited at seeing him that it took him a little longer to get them all out of the basement with his super speed, but he got it done and they were in the hands of the GCPD ( that somehow he had time to call in the midst of all this β she was too out of it to know how ) up at the top of the building in no time.
then there was just her.
the second his arms were around her, she all but melted. "sorry," she mumbled drearily.
"no," he shook his head, "i should be sorry . . . should've noticed something was wrong sooner."
he felt her shrug against him. "then i wouldn't have found them, clark," she sighed. ". . . it's never gonna be over, is it?"
gently, he pressed a kiss to her chin, untying the cloth from over her eyes to check her over for any serious injuries. "don't you worry about that now, honey," his voice was soft, more clark than the superman she had heard moments ago. he stared a few moments longer, trying to burn the image of her face on a missing poster out of his mind and to paint a new image instead. the old image of his lovely girlfriend who was safe in his arms. "right now, i've got you."