Fic: Chocolate Flowers and Subscriptions: A Love Story
Title: Chocolate, Flowers and Subscriptions: A Love Story
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Clark, Dick, OC
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own, wish I did
Summary: F31 I'd like to see their relationship through someone else's eyes - Clark Kent's neighbour, Bruce Wayne's secretary, etc.
A/N: Thank you so much to my wonderful betas ilyena_sylph and pervyficgirl
"Marjorie, can you have this subscription of Popular Mechanics redirected to Tim please?" Mr. Wayne requested, handing the subscription announcement card over.
"Of course." Marjorie nodded. Filing it on top of everything else she needed to do, she shook her head fondly at Mr. Wayne's back. Whatever Superman had done this time to anger the Batman…she shook her head slightly. She meant of course, whatever that reporter had done to make young Mr. Wayne angry. She'd been working for Mr. Wayne since he just started after that long trip, before that Justice League started up, back when it had only been Superman and Batman working with the first Robin.
She tsked under her breath. Those two children were so stubbornly certain of themselves, it was a wonder they didn't fight more often. She wondered if young Dick would have to come help sort things out again. Mr. Wayne was such a bear when he and the nice reporter were on the outs with each other. Though, on the positive side, he did get work done instead of playing at being a lazy wastrel.
Taking one of the gourmet chocolates Mr. Wayne had already given her out of the box, Marjorie sighed and went back to work. She had quite a bit to do, with redirecting where the presents from Mr. Kent were to be distributed. So far he had sent flowers, which were now gracing the front girls' desks, as well as other myriad items. Really, Sherwood Florist put together the prettiest arrangements. They made her wish she wasn't allergic to the weeds. Then the chocolates, she had kept them. Swiss chocolate, and she knew they had more than likely been in Switzerland just that morning. Mr. Kent did apologize well. The latest apology gift was the magazine subscription. She thought she'd give that nice young Miss Lane a call after lunch to find out if she knew anything, and compare notes on the betting tables of when Mr. Wayne would finally give in.
Really, beyond the fact that Mr. Wayne turned into a bear with a thorn in his paw when he and Mr. Kent fought, the fights were good for them, increased their passion, reminded them of why they needed to compromise. And Marjorie didn't mind a bit of bear-like behavior when it meant she didn't have to constantly chase Mr. Wayne back into his office to get a respectable amount of work done before he could escape. She didn't completely understand why Mr. Wayne played such silly games, but as he seemed to enjoy it…The only problem she had with the fights was the added work of figuring out how to redistribute the gifts. However, after years of practice, she had a schedule down. She kept a detailed, organized schedule of who got what each time and so far had not slipped and allowed the same department to share in the bounty twice in a row. Someday, she'd retire, and have to train her replacement on this, unless of course Mr. Wayne and Mr. Kent stopped fighting.
Something she doubted they'd ever do, really. They had been arguing and fighting with each other since they'd met, so many years before. It was too much an ingrained part of their relationship. Two such very strong, stubborn men she hadn't met since her Gary passed away, god rest his soul. At least now it didn't usually take calling young Dick to get them to speak to each other. Such a trio those three had been, back when Dick was still living in the manor… That young man needed to settle down and get serious himself. She'd lost track of who his significant other truly was. She hoped it was either that nice princess, or the sweet young man with the adorable daughter. But young Dick needed to settle, and take some of the load off his adoptive father. If not through the company, and the company had been able to run with a Wayne only peripherally involved before, at least through the charity work. It was a Wayne's duty to lead the charities of Gotham and young Dick needed to step up to the plate.
Marjorie passed the early afternoon with all the little things that came from being Mr. Wayne's private secretary. By afternoon break, she'd had to redistribute two more gifts. Mr. Kent must certainly have screwed up well this time. She rarely had to figure out where so many gifts would go. Just as her afternoon break rolled around, her phone rang.
"Wayne Enterprises, Mr. Wayne's office," Marjorie answered.
"Marjorie, good, I caught you," Miss Lane's unmistakable voice replied.
"Mr. Wayne isn't giving interviews," Marjorie warned.
"No no," Miss Lane said. "This is about the two of them fighting." Marjorie settled back to hear the news. No one knew gossip like an ace reporter and few could tell it as entertainingly.
Ending the call as her break ended, she made a few notations on the office pool, and dialed up young Dick's phone. She supposed she shouldn't call him young Dick anymore, but she still remembered when he'd been so lost and uncertain in the big office, visiting Bruce for the day when Mr. Wayne first taken the child in. She still kept one of his favorite flavor of lollipops in the desk for when he stopped by.
According to what Ms. Lane had dredged up, the fight was drawing into the silly range now. It was time to call in the heavy artillery. Young Dick would get Bruce to start thinking with his heart instead of his sense of right mixed with fear and anger. After making arrangements with young Dick, she went back to the million and one little jobs that made life easier for their company.
Promptly an hour later, and a scolding that ended in young Dick kissing her cheek and promising to drive safer, Dick entered Bruce's office, sucker in cheek. An hour and fifteen minutes later, Mr. Kent entered the office. Two hours later, the three young men exited, Bruce smiling, and informing her she could take the rest of the day off, and tomorrow too if she liked. She nodded, and watched them go before letting the appropriate people know that the storm was over, and business would resume as normal in two days.
When things were good between them, Mr. Kent was the most adorably perfect compliment to Mr. Wayne. He made Mr. Wayne happy, and that's all anyone wanted for the poor dear, after so many years alone, or with silly society chits not fit to lick his shoes. The fighting only proved how passionately they cared about each other. She hoped they enjoyed their evening in and the boys banned the two of them from patrolling.
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Clark, Dick, OC
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own, wish I did
Summary: F31 I'd like to see their relationship through someone else's eyes - Clark Kent's neighbour, Bruce Wayne's secretary, etc.
A/N: Thank you so much to my wonderful betas ilyena_sylph and pervyficgirl
"Marjorie, can you have this subscription of Popular Mechanics redirected to Tim please?" Mr. Wayne requested, handing the subscription announcement card over.
"Of course." Marjorie nodded. Filing it on top of everything else she needed to do, she shook her head fondly at Mr. Wayne's back. Whatever Superman had done this time to anger the Batman…she shook her head slightly. She meant of course, whatever that reporter had done to make young Mr. Wayne angry. She'd been working for Mr. Wayne since he just started after that long trip, before that Justice League started up, back when it had only been Superman and Batman working with the first Robin.
She tsked under her breath. Those two children were so stubbornly certain of themselves, it was a wonder they didn't fight more often. She wondered if young Dick would have to come help sort things out again. Mr. Wayne was such a bear when he and the nice reporter were on the outs with each other. Though, on the positive side, he did get work done instead of playing at being a lazy wastrel.
Taking one of the gourmet chocolates Mr. Wayne had already given her out of the box, Marjorie sighed and went back to work. She had quite a bit to do, with redirecting where the presents from Mr. Kent were to be distributed. So far he had sent flowers, which were now gracing the front girls' desks, as well as other myriad items. Really, Sherwood Florist put together the prettiest arrangements. They made her wish she wasn't allergic to the weeds. Then the chocolates, she had kept them. Swiss chocolate, and she knew they had more than likely been in Switzerland just that morning. Mr. Kent did apologize well. The latest apology gift was the magazine subscription. She thought she'd give that nice young Miss Lane a call after lunch to find out if she knew anything, and compare notes on the betting tables of when Mr. Wayne would finally give in.
Really, beyond the fact that Mr. Wayne turned into a bear with a thorn in his paw when he and Mr. Kent fought, the fights were good for them, increased their passion, reminded them of why they needed to compromise. And Marjorie didn't mind a bit of bear-like behavior when it meant she didn't have to constantly chase Mr. Wayne back into his office to get a respectable amount of work done before he could escape. She didn't completely understand why Mr. Wayne played such silly games, but as he seemed to enjoy it…The only problem she had with the fights was the added work of figuring out how to redistribute the gifts. However, after years of practice, she had a schedule down. She kept a detailed, organized schedule of who got what each time and so far had not slipped and allowed the same department to share in the bounty twice in a row. Someday, she'd retire, and have to train her replacement on this, unless of course Mr. Wayne and Mr. Kent stopped fighting.
Something she doubted they'd ever do, really. They had been arguing and fighting with each other since they'd met, so many years before. It was too much an ingrained part of their relationship. Two such very strong, stubborn men she hadn't met since her Gary passed away, god rest his soul. At least now it didn't usually take calling young Dick to get them to speak to each other. Such a trio those three had been, back when Dick was still living in the manor… That young man needed to settle down and get serious himself. She'd lost track of who his significant other truly was. She hoped it was either that nice princess, or the sweet young man with the adorable daughter. But young Dick needed to settle, and take some of the load off his adoptive father. If not through the company, and the company had been able to run with a Wayne only peripherally involved before, at least through the charity work. It was a Wayne's duty to lead the charities of Gotham and young Dick needed to step up to the plate.
Marjorie passed the early afternoon with all the little things that came from being Mr. Wayne's private secretary. By afternoon break, she'd had to redistribute two more gifts. Mr. Kent must certainly have screwed up well this time. She rarely had to figure out where so many gifts would go. Just as her afternoon break rolled around, her phone rang.
"Wayne Enterprises, Mr. Wayne's office," Marjorie answered.
"Marjorie, good, I caught you," Miss Lane's unmistakable voice replied.
"Mr. Wayne isn't giving interviews," Marjorie warned.
"No no," Miss Lane said. "This is about the two of them fighting." Marjorie settled back to hear the news. No one knew gossip like an ace reporter and few could tell it as entertainingly.
Ending the call as her break ended, she made a few notations on the office pool, and dialed up young Dick's phone. She supposed she shouldn't call him young Dick anymore, but she still remembered when he'd been so lost and uncertain in the big office, visiting Bruce for the day when Mr. Wayne first taken the child in. She still kept one of his favorite flavor of lollipops in the desk for when he stopped by.
According to what Ms. Lane had dredged up, the fight was drawing into the silly range now. It was time to call in the heavy artillery. Young Dick would get Bruce to start thinking with his heart instead of his sense of right mixed with fear and anger. After making arrangements with young Dick, she went back to the million and one little jobs that made life easier for their company.
Promptly an hour later, and a scolding that ended in young Dick kissing her cheek and promising to drive safer, Dick entered Bruce's office, sucker in cheek. An hour and fifteen minutes later, Mr. Kent entered the office. Two hours later, the three young men exited, Bruce smiling, and informing her she could take the rest of the day off, and tomorrow too if she liked. She nodded, and watched them go before letting the appropriate people know that the storm was over, and business would resume as normal in two days.
When things were good between them, Mr. Kent was the most adorably perfect compliment to Mr. Wayne. He made Mr. Wayne happy, and that's all anyone wanted for the poor dear, after so many years alone, or with silly society chits not fit to lick his shoes. The fighting only proved how passionately they cared about each other. She hoped they enjoyed their evening in and the boys banned the two of them from patrolling.