siany-chan
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- Posted: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 16:17:27 +0000
CLARK KENT
SUPERMAN
Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter, was going to kill Lois Lane. Figuratively, of course. Lois was one of his best friends and a brilliant mentor and writer. She also currently happened to be the reason Clark was on a cramped and uncomfortable train bound for America's most crime riddled city. How many years had he been working at the Daily planet now, and still she claimed first pick of assignments. Most of the time her 'rookie' endearment was charming. When she was essentially shipping him off to baby sit a billionaire for a few hours it was thoroughly annoying.
Mentally Clark berated himself for his thoughts. Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy philanthropist, was his new 'boss'. What possessed the, by all appearances, vapid and fickle man to buy out more than half of Metropolis's big brands, Clark couldn't fathom, especially when one of those ventures was a newspaper for a city Wayne didn't live in. That was what he was here to find out, he supposed.
The train pulled into the station and Clark tried not to hurt anyone as he bustled his way out of the carriage. Commune between Gotham and Metropolis only took roughly an hour and a half, but Clark was still scheduled to stay overnight. His story wasn't due until tomorrow, to be printed the day after that. This was a tell all expose, after all, and they wanted their facts straight.
It wasn't the first time Superman had been to Gotham, but it was Clark's first official visit. The smell hit him as he left the train station, glancing at the directions Jimmy had hastily scribbled down on a napkin. It was a unique mixture of sweat, garbage and blood that might have made him gag if his stomach hadn't been almost literally made of steel. It was dimmer here, too, between the haze of pollution and the towering buildings. Clark could almost feel his energy draining away as he realised he'd have to spend a whole day in this hell hole without the sun.
The hotel the paper was paying for was dingy and added semen to Gotham's already pungent smell. Thankfully the bedding seemed clean (thank you alternate scopes of vision) and he'd brought his own pillow. Setting his overnight bag down on the cleanest spot he could find, Clark sat precariously on the bed and grimaced.
He couldn't ignore the voices anymore.
A woman screamed as she was mugged. A bone snapped as a young girl fell from something high. A man gasped as he was stabbed from behind. There was an almost constant stream of misery, much more so than Metropolis. He struggled to rein it in, bring his hearing back to his immediate surroundings.
He hated it here...
Clark knew he couldn't save everyone. Trying to had almost killed him, near the start of his Superman career. He still felt every single cry he couldn't stop, every scream, every injury, as if it was his fault. His mother had set rules on his engagement after those first few months, times he could help with individual incidents and limits on how long he could keep going. They kept him sane and able to, not ignore, but accept the death and injury he couldn't get to.
Right now he didn't have time for a quick cape break. There was only an hour before his meeting with Wayne and he had to go over his preparations, have something to eat, and find the Wayne building. Work currently took precedence over super-heroing. After all, even Superman had to earn a living. How embarrassing would it be to have to go back home to Kansas?
The reporter wasn't sure if people weren't used to seeing someone smile at them here, or if he was just being particularly charming, but Clark managed to gain directions from a few surprised pedestrians when his initial map got him hopelessly lost. Adding Jimmy to his figurative hit list, he paused at the bottom of the building to straighten his tie before going inside.
The receptionist was brisk, but snuck him one of the lollies in a bowl on her desk (clearly meant for children) as she smiled at him and his bumbling persona. Clark beamed back and moved to sit in the rather luxurious waiting room. There was a fountain in the corner bubbling happily and the smell of cleaning products almost blocked out the smell of outside.
Most importantly his chair was comfortable, which he took full advantage of as he settling in to wait.