Pyromanic Kelly

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Clark was stood in the elevator staring up at the sign that showed what floor he was on, groaning to himself for being late. What excuse could he make up this time to avoid being fired or Perry's errand boy for the week. Once at his floor, Clark squeezed passed the others in the lift "Excuse me. Sorry." Letting out a sigh of relief; he adjusted his glasses, tie and hair in the reflective surface opposite the door he just came through. Wearing a muted blue checkered shirt, a black tie and a pair of jeans that hugged his body in all the correct spaces, mostly due to the man's physique. The jeans elevated his glutes, not that they needed to, his thighs and calves. Unfortunately for Clark they also gave emphasis around the groin area. The unwanted attention bulged outwards at his crotch which was often the subject of gossip around the office.

Getting to his seat, he took off his messenger bag and set it on top of his desk before flopping back into his chair. He made it without running in Perry and his top dog. He just managed to log in before noticing half of the office was empty. Looking up over the dividers he peered around the office… Most of the seniors weren't there… The meeting room door finally opened.

"Nice of you to join us Farmer Kent." Perry announced as he came out spotting Clark's desk was no longer empty.

"Morning Perry, sorry I got caugh-" Perry held his hand up cutting off Kent mid speech.

"I don't care for your excuses today, Kent. Not when you volunteered yourself for our annual charity event." Clark looked bewildered at Perry, blinking a few times in confusion. "I think you're gonna love this years theme." Perry walked off with a chuckle. Before Clark could even register what just happened, the bombshell of the office - Lois Lane walked up to Clark.

"I had to save your ass again." She said to him while watching Perry walk off. Ah Perry's top dog. Her gaze then fell onto Clark. "I had to volunteer you. Otherwise Perry was going to toss you out. Consider us even from all the times you've saved me." Not sure being saved from being fired and being saved from falling from a building has the same karma rating, but there's no arguing with Lois.

"Thanks… I guess." He placed his hands between his legs on the chair he was sat on while talking to Lois. "What's the charity event? Not naked painting classes again is it? Don't fancy more gossip about my body around the office." He rolled his eyes. Lois looked amused.

"Don't worry, you won't need to take your clothes off. Unless the date goes well." 'Date?' Clark thought to himself. Almost like she could read his mind she added. "Yep, you heard me, a date. I figured it was time you moved on." It had been a few months since Clark and Lois decided to part ways. With Clark being Superman it made things hard on Lois, with her dating the guy it made her a target to the supervillains that found out their secret. Also Lois was a career woman and Clark eventually wanted kids whereas Lois didn't as she believed the stereotype that a woman's career died after having kids. "…Okay. I can go on a date with a random stranger. Just hope it's not your sister that wins it." Clark chuckled before turning his attention to his desk.

Lois rolled her eyes before they lit up with joy. "Ah! Excuse me. I've just spotted someone I need to speak to and I'll enjoy the reaction from it." Lois walked over to the newest addition to the team. A young woman named Kelly. Clark watched the interaction until the postie came around, handing him a letter. For that split second he turned his gaze away Kelly let out a shriek in terror.

"Not Gotham. It's dangerous, I can't report anything from Gotham other than my obituary." She began to sob. Clark went to get out of his seat, but paused. As he noticed the letter he was handed was stamped with the Wayne family Sigil. Having it take a hold of his attention, he plopped his butt back down and opened the letter to read it.

'Clark, I have to let you know something, there's no easy way to say this. I need your help to protect Gotham. Soon I'll be away dealing with a developing problem that needs my attention. The citizens and thugs of Gotham will no doubt notice my absence. Things will get crazy on the streets. Those that run the underworld of Gotham will no doubt make a power play.

My kids aren't ready to take on Gotham without me. They need someone with a strong sense of justice and heroism to guide them to being the best they can. Only a few will know where I've disappeared to. I'm dealing with the League of Assassins. Talia Al Ghul has a plan that can stop them from destroying the world and needs my help to do it. Some will be annoyed I'm helping her, but her heart is in the right place. You of all people would know what that means in the dark world we live in.

Burn this letter once read.

Bruce Wayne.'

Clark looked left. Clark looked right. He then shoved the letter in his briefcase and rushed towards the exit before being stopped by Lois. "In a rush?" She asked, perking a brow at him. Knowing it was a Superman emergency. Clark adjusted his glasses.

"Got to get myself ready for the charity date." He replied before slipping into the lift, going to the ground floor. Lois threw her hands up in a shrug.