tell superman I have his girl { clark kent x f.reader }
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— plot: trying to get superman’s attention, batman kidnaps clark kent’s girlfriend… well, his ex-girlfriend
— warnings: older clark kent , angst , reader and clark fight , mentions of kidnapping , swearing , yelling , bittersweet ending , batman cameo
— a/n: ok, this came to me in a dream. i always write for tom welling’s clark kent, but this can also work for david or henry, or any superman you want to if you want to! also, im a superman girly, so my knowledge of batman is the bare minimum excuse me. i just imagined getting involved in between a batman and superman confrontation and my fingers just started typing. also, first time for me writing for superman more than clark kent, since im a smallville writer, so, hope you like it!! xoxo
Smallville was always quiet this time of the year. The streets were cold, using a scarf was a must, and the snow was creeping inside your boots, damping your socks. You needed to change them. You didn’t have any money to change them.
You locked the flower shop’s door before pulling down the gray roll up metal cover that kept the store safe. Your ears were cold under the wool of your hat, as you struggled with the keys due to your heavy packed mittens that you regretted wearing, yet were thankful for the warmth they provided.
You began walking, the cold night and breeze making your cheeks and the tip of your noise get tinted a warm rose tone as the blood flushed through you. You turned, the newspaper stand in the middle of the sidewalk catching you off guard. Of course, your luck seemed to never run out, as the name Clark Kent graced the front page of the daily planet.
Superman saves the day
Of course he did, you whispered to yourself, walking past the stand and towards the coffee shop across the street, dreaming of a hot cocoa to calm the extreme coldness. You were looking for something sweet, something with enough marshmallows to make you forget your ex-boyfriend of six years was making headlines, while you were making flower arraignments for the same three women every tuesday night. And that would be for the rest of your life.
Do not think badly of yourself nor your work. You loved what you did. It was your mom’s shop, the one you promised you would keep alive until you were no longer alive, the one that gave you your first summer job, your first adult experience. The place where you got your first kiss, your first dance, your first heartbreak.
You walked inside the coffee shop, the breeze staying outside while you stepped in, the scarf that circled your neck getting untangled by your hands as you began feeling the warmth of central heating.
You walked towards the counter, ignoring the calls of the men sitting on the tables, who called your name like cats chase mouse’s, or, of course, men chase beautiful women. They called you as if they were betting on horses, or were yelling at each other in Wall Street over stock values. You ignored them, your eyes on the blackboard where hot cocoa, with big chalk letter could be read.
“Please,” you asked the lady behind the register with a smile. “A hot cocoa to go, with as many marshmallows as you are allowed to put in a cup.”
Katie, someone that had become your pal ever since you were managing the store, smiled at you as she received your cash, and put your name on the coffee cup to go.
You stepped to the side, and by instinct, you didn’t know why, you turned your eyes to the door.
There, behind the men that were staring at you, or the ones that dared to call your name in order to get your attention, standing in front of the door was Clark Kent, with his mother and father, walking inside the coffee shop as they laughed together.
You definitely needed a place to hide.
But he called your name in surprise, and your name sounded so different when it came from his lips. The way his voice echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls, hitting you like a truck speeding through the hallway, crushing you down. Yet you were unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to think straight. And you had to stand there and pretend.
Pretend that seeing him, his blue eyes locked on you, on your body, looking at you up and down, hiding behind the lenses of those big squared glasses, wasn’t killing you. You felt weak. Your knees felt weak. You held on to the counter behind you, your lips parted, air leaving your mouth, and you forgot how to breathe.
How? He was supposed to be gone. You knew he would never truly leave Smallville, not with his parents still around. Because if they weren’t there, seeing Clark again would be impossible. You had to have left, but you didn’t, you stayed, forced to swallow down the memories of the man you were supposed to marry.
He unlocked his arm from his mother’s approaching you with a tiny smile. He was being polite. Clark Kent was always polite, well-mannered, never raised his voice, never took anyone for granted, always kind, always generous, always so… human. How much money would you pay for him to just have one flaw?
“Clark,” you said, giving him a polite smile. You thought if you looked straight into his eyes you would pass out. “I didn’t know you were in town.”
“Came to visit my parents,” he let you know. “I didn’t know you still live here. I thought you had plans to leave Smallville.”
“Guess I just got stuck here,” you whispered, knowing damn well the reason you were stuck wasn’t because you wanted to be, it was because maybe you were tricking your mind into thinking that if you stayed… it was because you were waiting for him.
Maybe it was the reason why you didn’t pay attention to the guys calling your name, asking you out, telling you how beautiful you are. You just wanted to hear it from him. For him to be the only one to ever say your name. To ever feel your lips. You were scared that once someone else got through your shield, they would leave… just like Clark did.
You looked down, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you were definitely going to start crying.
“I’m managing my mom’s flower shop,” you said, a soft smile growing on your face. “How’s the Daily Planet? I see your name gets the front page from time to time.”
“Only when I interview Superman,” he mumbled to himself.
You snickered. “You always liked talking to yourself.”
That gained you a look from him, with a tiny smirk. He didn’t have to tell you, because you already knew. The minute superman appeared to save the world, you knew that was him.
For you to not recognize Clark Kent, more than a costume was needed.
Your phone buzzed, interrupting the moment and the tension built between the two of you, a clear text read on the screen.
LL: Outside.
Your face turned red, putting the phone back in your pocket before Clark saw it.
“Everything okay?” He asked you, trying his best to be polite, yet curiosity growing up on him.
“Yeah, I can take care of myself now, Clark. That’s what I’ve been doing for a while,” you whispered the last part before grabbing your purse, and putting back on your mittens. “It was good to see you again,” you lied. It was incredible as it was overwhelming to see him again.
You liked the way he had aged over the four years you’ve been apart. He didn’t look fifteen anymore, he looked older, wiser, stronger. He looked more mature, yet still with that same boyish grin you always adored. You smiled, grabbing your hot cup of cocoa to go.
“I’ll see you around, Clark,” you finally said, walking towards the door. You waved goodbye to Martha and Jonathan before you kept walking, a guy that just entered holding open the door for you.
When you walked outside and saw the Porsche, you freaked. This was getting too regular for your liking, as now Lex Luthor tended to pick you up at the most random times, and you had no other option but to follow.
He stepped outside of the car and surrounded it, opening the door of the sports car to you. You took two steps before you heard your name being called.
“You forgot your—” Clark Kent stopped himself once he saw you and Lex Luthor, side by side, as you were about to step inside his car. “Scarf,” he finished saying, holding on to that pink fabric like he was holding himself not to freak out in that moment. “Lex,” he called your companion, which made the man smile.
“Clark,” Lex replied, approaching his long time friend, the one he never saw anymore, the one that he grew apart from, with a cocky smile. “Long time no see. Thought Smallville had become too… small for you.” Lex smirked, grabbing your scarf from Clark’s hand. “Maybe just the people, then.”
“What’s going on?” Clark asked as Lex walked in your direction, placing the scarf around your neck. It made you flinch, as you hoped he would use it to strangle you or something worse.
“I’m just giving her a ride home,” Lex replied, innocently. “Like I always do.” He then looked at you, so serious you thought he would freeze you with his eyes. “Get in.”
You nodded, turning to look at Clark. “Thanks for the scarf. I’ll see you around,” you said, getting inside the car, and Lex closing the door behind you.
It didn’t take long before Lex got in as well, your eyes turning to see Clark standing there, at the door, still baffled by the situation.
“I hope Clark being back doesn’t alter the terms of our agreement,” Lex said, you turning to look at him and nodding. “Good.”
And with that, he started the car and drove away.
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The very next day, Clark came over to the flower shop, not even a hello from him was required, as you both knew what his visit was about.
“What are you doing fooling around with Lex Luthor?”
“We’re definitely not fooling around!” You defended yourself, actually offended by his insinuation. “That’s not what is happening?”
“Then you getting inside his three hundred thousand dollar car means you guys are just friends?” He asked, which made you scoff. “He’s bad news, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby,” you said, your eyes sharp, your face as serious as ever, lifting your finger at him, practically reprehending him. “You lost that right when you broke up with me so you could move to Metropolis and fly around in a cape and tights.”
“I’m saving people!”
“And what about me!?” You yelled, surrounding the counter so you could approach him. “You left me here, Clark! You asked me to wait, to understand your destiny, to respect your calling, and you left me here alongside your past. Because what? I didn’t belong in your future? I wasn’t part of Superman’s life? Of course. Why would the girl next door be worthy of such a god?” Clark looked away, flinching at the word. “The worst part of it all, Clark? You left me here thinking if I waited, I would get a ring.”
He turned to look at you. “I never promised you that.”
“No, you just hoped I would still be here once you finish being a superhero, once you fell from the pedestal you created. You cherish everyone in your life, yet you take me for granted. And maybe that’s what I thought of myself for a while after you left. That I was nothing more than a girl that peaked in high school. A pretty girl all the guys want to look at from afar, yet scares them away once they get near enough to see my true self.” You took a step back. “Isn’t that what happened to you? I didn’t live up to your expectations, didn’t live up to the greatness that awaited you, so you just bolted?”
“I didn’t want to put you in any danger,” he said. “I live a dangerous life. If anything happened to you…”
“Worse than what you did to me? I fell in love with you, Clark… Nothing could be as dangerous, and as heartbreaking, and as bad as that.” You walked behind the counter again, forcing yourself to look anywhere but him. “I sold the store to Lex Luthor.”
“You did what?”
“I was in big debt with my mom’s hospital bills, I had to sell. Lex promised that if I sold it to him, he would let me manage it. I just didn’t know it came with fine print.”
“So now you’re his trophy? Is that it? He can parade you around? Use you any way he wants?”
“It’s not like that…”
“That’s what it looked like yesterday when he was bossing you around,” he said, making you close your eyes. “Nobody should treat you that way.”
“How is it any different from what I’m used to?” You snapped back, looking at his eyes. “How is it any different from a guy who leaves and comes into your life whenever he pleases, just assuming you will stay waiting for him with open arms? Yes, maybe Lex just wanted me as a trophy. He’s always have, you know that, it’s not news. But why do I feel like I just traded cases instead? Or you’re gonna tell me I wasn’t a trophy to you as well? That dating me wasn’t your biggest childhood wish? That having what other guys wanted wasn’t great for you?”
“How can you even believe that what I felt for you wasn’t real?” He asked, baffled. “How can you say my love for you wasn’t more than some macho competition? I loved you with all my heart, with all my soul. You were the girl of my dreams, of my days, of my nights. I’m hurt you can even think any less than that. Is that what our love means to you now?”
“Yes,” you admitted, even if it hurt. “Clark, after you left, I blamed myself for so long. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, that you did right to leave. That your destiny was much more than being by my side. That you deserve someone worthy of what you are. And then, I realized… than if leaving was so easy for you… then maybe what meant the world to me… was just another step in your way that you had to take.”
“How can you believe that? If anything, I’m not worthy of you.”
“That’s the thing. Relationships aren’t supposed to make you believe if you are worthy of them. You’re supposed to be at ease, you’re supposed to feel like the world makes sense. And that’s what happened between us. You and I, for me, for someone whose life is as simple as it could be, just made sense. But you? Life had other plans for you. Love isn’t the priority.” He shook his hand. “It’s okay… I don’t blame myself. So don’t blame yourself either. I just have to find someone who I can mean to them what you meant to me. Their future.”
“And that’s Lex?” He asked. “He’s bad. He has something planned, I can bet on it. He will never let you go off this deal. He’s going to keep you in his leash forever. I don’t want that for you.”
“What you want for me stop mattering when you took your car and drove away to Metropolis four years ago,” you said. “Goodbye, Clark.”
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A gala in Metropolis was the last place you wanted to be. The dress Lex had picked out for you was a daisy yellow toned made of silk that reached your feet. It hugged your frame, you felt as if you were worth a million bucks. Just what Lex was looking for. A trophy for him to brag.
And he did, of course. The way the men and women stared at you as you walked in side by side with Lex Luthor was exactly what he wanted. A beautiful woman by his side, making the men jealous of him, and the women in love with him. That’s what he wanted from you, a boost in his public image. It was more efficient than having a model by his side. Your beauty wasn’t plastic, wasn’t made, it was natural, it was enhanced by your kindness, your goodness, your gold soul. Your innocence mixed with your secretiveness, what made you priceless.
The perfect girl next door the guys would call you in school. Whatever it meant. You were supposed to take it as a compliment. They were calling you beautiful, at least that’s what they told you they meant by it.
That’s when you saw him.
You’d never seen Clark Kent in a tuxedo before, and it was a sight for sore eyes. Your knees weakened as you saw him, standing there, all big, and tall, and handsome. You guys stared at one another, your soft smile growing involuntarily as you wished you would keep it away, but being unable to.
Clark Kent was your own personal kryptonite. Your weakness.
The love of your life was standing there, looking at you, making you remember the way he used to hold you in those arms, kiss you with those lips, look at you with those eyes. And the worst part? He meant everything to you, still. And you knew you would just be waiting for something that would never happened, but God how badly you wanted it to.
That’s when it happened.
The glass ceiling came crushing down, everyone taking cover. You felt Lex’s arms covering your head as you did the same with your hands, looking at the man that had descended from the sky.
You stood up, Lex pushing you backwards as you looked at the dark suited man that stood in the middle of the ballroom, his eyes covered by a black mask, his entire body inside a black suit that fitted him rightly so, with the great logo embedded on his chest.
“Good evening, people of Metropolis,” Batman said to everyone, your heartbeat raising. “I need to have a private chat with your friendly Superman.”
Your eyes looked at Clark, who was standing next to the big window of the ballroom, staring at Batman in confusion. What was going on?
“So, since clearly he’s not here, I just want to guys to deliver a message to him so he can meet me,” Batman said with his deep voice, his head turning in your direction. “Tell Superman I have his girl.”
From the pistol in his hand a rope emerged, circling your waist and arms tight enough that made you unable to move. Alex yelled your name as Batman pulled the rope, making you fly in his direction.
You yelled once your back hit his chest, his arm holding you quickly by hovering your waist, and pushing you closer to him. You look around the ballroom before your eyes met Clark’s, who stared at the events in disbelief.
“Clark,” you whispered so low, you knew he was the only one able to hear it. He nodded in your direction, noticing the shaking and fear in your voice. He could hear your heartbeat going so fast he thought it would pump right out of your chest.
That’s when Batman pointed towards the sky, lifting you both up and away.
Landing on a rooftop face first was definitely not ideal. The perfect bun you had placed your hair in was long gone, the rope finally off your arms and body, letting you free, yet still, on the top of the Daily Planet right in the heart of the city.
You stood up, your long hair a complete mess, blinking fast as you turned to look at Batman, that, with his arms crossed, was looking at the city’s skyline, as he waited.
“You have the wrong girl,” you finally said, pushing the hair off your face. Batman turned to look at you. “I’m not Superman’s girl. I haven’t been in a long time.”
“I saw you arguing with Clark yesterday. Seemed more like a lover’s quarrel.”
You frowned. “You know Clark is Superman?”
“Of course I do. It’s a code between superheroes. You don’t keep secrets identities between friends,” Batman answered, practically mocking you. “I just want to talk to him.”
“So you kidnapped me?” You asked, offended and altered. “Why didn’t you just talk to him? Why was the kidnapping part necessary?”
“He has something of mine. Figured I’d steal something of his,” he said, looking away. “He should be here by now. Where is—”
That’s when Superman flew right onto the rooftop, grabbing Batman by the fabric of his suit and pushing him to the brick wall, pining him there with such rage in his eyes, you blinked several times in order to believe what you were seeing.
“What game do you think we’re playing, Batman?” Superman asked. “What I took was for the greater good.”
“And what I took was to piss you off for taking what you took,” Batman said, breathless, as Superman let go off him, the guy falling to the floor. “Thanks for holding back on the strength.”
Superman turned in your direction, flying your way in a hurry. He placed his hands softly on your arms, his face warming, and you could see the Clark you love in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asked, softly. “I’m so sorry this happened. I never thought… I kept my distance to prevent this sort of things.”
“You did a terrible job,” Batman interrupted, making you both turn to look at him. “I found her in like a day.” Superman grunted. “We need to talk, Suppy.”
Superman turned in your direction. “Go,” he demanded. And you did. You look back at Batman then back at him, granting him a soft smile before you walked out of the rooftop, leaving the two superheroes to deal with whatever they needed to deal.
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The flower shop seemed quieter that morning. Your eyes wandered, looking at the petals of the recently arrived roses that you were placing in a bouquet a lady had requested. You hands moved softly through the fabric, treating each flower with extreme delicacy.
“How’s your shoulder?” You freaked, jumping as you looked up to see Clark standing there, inside the shop, in front of the door. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
You nodded. “Uhm… my shoulder’s fine. Nothing some cream and some ice couldn’t fix.” You stepped outside the counter, approaching him with your hands inside your back pockets. “Did you settle things with Batman?”
“He sends his deep apologies,” Clark said and you nodded. “And he knew you wouldn’t buy that… so I made him do something else.”
Clark handed you an envelope, which you opened instantly, looking at the piece of paper inside.
“It’s the certificate of ownership of the shop… at my name.” You looked up. “He bought me my shop?” Clark nodded. “You made him buy me my store? How did Lex agreed to this?”
“Batman can be very persuasive. I figure his life is more valuable to Lex than some stupid rivalry against me,” Clark said, shrugging. “Superman made have pushed a finger or two as well.”
“You talk about yourself in third person? Is that what you do in your interviews with Superman?”
Clark scoffed, giving you a smile. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to be somebody else’s trophy. I want you to be you. Okay?”
You nodded. “Thank you, Clark. This means… so much to me.”
“I hope that… this helps you change your opinion about me. About us.” You looked away. “You were more than a step in the way. You mean more to me… than whatever destiny I have planned for me.” He called your name, softly, making you look at him. “You are my world. Please, believe what you want… but do me a favor, and know that to be true.”
