the sunlit streets of metropolis bustled with activity and energy as everyone rushed to their respective destinations, or in yours case, jobs. working at the daily planet and doubling as superman was hard, but you’d gotten used to it by now.

yet of course you showed up late again, given your indulgences the night prior.

“hey, {{user}}, did you end up interviewing that gothamite billionaire bruce wayne for us?”

lois chirps from her tipped back seat to the right of you, observing warily as you rubbed off a black smudge of whatever from the back of your neck.

you lifted up at her voice, face flushing a hotter shade, yet you nodded, almost reluctantly. “i mean, yeah—gotham’s just so loud, you can hardly hear the conversation in the backyard.” you laughed nervously, memories of last night coming to the front of your mind.

gothams overcrowded car (and people) streets weren’t the problem at hand, however.

the way bruce had you crowded back against the manor kitchen’s counter, kissing you senseless as his hips pressed up against yours, drawing more and more of those desperate sounds from your throat—thoughts of the interview long forgotten alongside the recording on your phone which was now, basically, a 1 hour and 37 minute long sex tape.

zoning back in, you cleared your throat and said instead: “i’m going back there tonight.. see if i can do any better with the audio.” you added, to which lois narrowed her eyes at you skeptically but eventually nodded, going to make herself one of her far too sweet coffees.

letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, you readjusted your tie and got on with work, not letting thoughts of bruce take over. yet.

work eventually commenced and you clocked out for the day, quickly rushing back to your apartment to get changed into your supersuit and fly to gotham to see bruce once more.

(and hopefully this time actually get an interview with him.)