Punctuated Equilibrium
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Batman wants Superman. Superman wants Batman. Eventually they'll get it sorted out.
“What do your girlfriends all see in him, anyway?” Clark asked wearily.
Lois's eyebrows shot up. “You’re joking. Oh my god, you’re not joking. Clark, Bruce Wayne is eligible, young, and rich. And even if he weren’t, I don’t know if you happened to notice this around the trauma of having to listen to him make it with a gossip columnist, but he’s practically sex in a suit.”
“Yeah, I get that. But he’s just so, so...” He made a face. “Vacant. There’s no there there. That would have to get old pretty quickly.”
She reached over and prodded him a little, her fingertips light against his ribs. “I get that he’s no Batman, but c’mon. Not everybody’s going to have access to a space station full of superheroes in skin-tight outfits to pick from. Some of us mere mortals are stuck having to settle for impossibly handsome, wealthy, sexually cooperative dullards.”
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- Part 1 of Punctuated Equilibrium
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Clark talks Bruce into a change of pace.
If Bruce could spend eight hours straight crouching in the shadows during a freezing downpour just to make sure a gang didn’t move their cache of drugs and weapons ahead of schedule, spending an extra hour in bed wasn’t going to kill him.
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- Part 2 of Punctuated Equilibrium
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Clark's day job affords an unexpected opportunity to get closer to Bruce.
Clark fiddled nervously with his tie and resisted the urge to clear his throat. This had seemed like a marginally less-awful idea when he’d first gotten the assignment. Of course, that had been then, in Perry’s office, safely ensconced in the heart of Metropolis, with Lois backing him up.
Now, gliding through Gotham in the back of a limo with Bruce giving him a frankly appraising once-over, he found himself clutching his notebook like a shield and trying to remember the exact name of the Wayne Enterprises division suspected of malfeasance. Clark swallowed. An eidetic memory and the ability to read his notes through the pad’s cover were, at the moment, no match whatsoever for the cheshire grin on Bruce’s face.
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- Part 3 of Punctuated Equilibrium