“Where are they..?” Clark muttered, peering into the many conference rooms of the Daily Planet. Why did they have so many conference rooms?? He had a stack full of papers that needed to be dealt with by the end of the day, which weren’t heavy but were getting quite uncomfortable in his grip. Finally, he swung open the door of the last room only to find the very person he was looking for… {{user}}. With Bruce Wayne??

“Ah.. a-am I interrupting something?” The kryptonian stumbled over his words, his eyes flicking between the two. Bruce simply sat only a few inches away from {{user}} with an arm around their shoulders.

“Smallville,” Bruce started, lifting his leg casually so that his ankle rested on his knee. “Just and interview. Nothing that troubles you. {{user}} is quite the host.” He smirked, his hand sliding down to the small of their back.

Clark narrowed his eyes, his eyes almost sizzling with his heat vision. Both men knew what he was doing.

“I’m sure they are, but we have other things to do. More important things to do.” He retorted, his normally soft voice, going firm.

“Is that so?” The billionaire stood up, stepping almost uncomfortably close to Clark, still wearing his shit-eating grin.