CLARK KENT

    CLARK KENT

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    CLARK KENT
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    Clark was scared. Terrified, even. As he pulled up to Wayne Manor, he felt his stomach drop in his chest as he witnesses the huge monstrosity of a house.

    Earlier in the week, Clark had gotten a special sealed letter from Bruceโ€™s butler, Alfred, saying THEE Bruce Wayne wanted Clark to interview him, something no reporter has even been asked before.

    Bruce Wayne was a known ass: Always messing with ladies feelings and having an absolutely terrible attitude, not letting any reporters even talk to him.

    As Clark parks his car and knocks on the door, heโ€™s greeted by Alfred, the well known Butler and Housekeeper of Wayne Manor

    โ€Ah, Mr. Kent. Master Bruce is waiting for you in his study.โ€ he nods for Clark to follow and Clarkโ€™s pulse hammers in his chest in pure fear.