Ficlet: Morning Mojo | DCU/SV/BB | Lois/Bruce | PG-13 | 1/1
Title: Morning Mojo
Fandom: Smallville/Batman Begins
Pairing: Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Oliver Queen mentioned
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 969
Prompt: For ferdalump: Brois; Starbucks
Summary: Lois runs into an unexpected visitor while waiting for her mocha.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I'm a little late with this for it to make a difference yesterday, but I still hope it cheers you up, Ferd. :) Also, this is set in some nebulous future of Smallville. My sincerest apologies to my Clark muses, but turnabout is fair play, after all. :p
Morning Mojo
Standing in line at the corner Starbucks waiting for her four-shot peppermint mocha, extra whip, Lois scrolled through her to-do list for the day on her PDA, tuning out the cacophony of the coffee shop. Interview with a prominent city councilman at ten, lunch with Chloe at noon, article deadline at two, check into the possible corruption on the city council for the rest of the afternoon - as in, snoop around their offices and bribe a few receptionists for info if need be - and get Clark's input on the investigation after the fact to get ready for tomorrow's article. All doable. An easy day, really. Heck, she might even have time to--
But the thought was cut short when a broad hand landed on her shoulder, startling her half out of her wits. "Jesus!" she yelped involuntarily, grabbing and twisting the wrist of the offending party and whirling around to get a good look at the man.
"Whoa, Lane, dial it down," chuckled the man behind her, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a slow smirk beneath cool blue eyes and slick, dark hair.
"Bruce!" Lois gasped, letting him go and staring up at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He tucked his hands into his pants pockets, looking smug and rich and all the things Lois loved and hated about him at the same time. "What, here in Metropolis? Or in Starbucks, sneaking up on you?"
"Both. Either," she huffed as she tucked away her PDA, then crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well, I'm in Metropolis because I decided to take the morning off and fly down, check on some investments and and a certain favorite reporter of mine. I'm in Starbucks sneaking up on you because you weren't at the Planet, and Mister Olsen was kind enough to point me in this direction. Said something about your morning caffeine IV."
Lois scowled at him halfheartedly. "I have half a mind to strangle that kid. Now my morning mojo is gonna be all kinds of messed up."
"Routine is overrated, trust me."
"Oh, I'm sure it is, Mister 'I can blow off my plans at the drop of a hat and it's all good'," she rolled her eyes. "Not all of us can fall back on a cushion of wealth, you know."
Bruce put on a look of mock hurt, laying his hand across his heart. "Hey, it's not my fault I was born into this lifestyle. I work very hard to disavow myself of it, I'll have you know."
At that, Lois could only sigh, grabbing her drink as it was called out and set on the counter. It was almost too bad that she did know how hard he worked behind the facade of feckless playboy. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she scolded him lightly.
Catching her elbow as she came away from the crowd by the counter, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close for a quick kiss. "So, how is my favorite reporter, anyway?" he whispered into one ear.
"Desperate for caffeine," she purred back at him, just a slight hint of warning in her tone.
"Of course," he chuckled, letting her go. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your morning dosage."
"Watch it, playboy, I might have to make you buy me a Starbucks for my personal use, at this rate."
"Noted," he smiled. With a hand at the small of her back, he led her outside, the pair heading back toward the Planet, and Lois sucking down her mocha like the nectar of the gods. "Anything interesting on the day's agenda?"
Coming up for air, Lois cocked her head to one side and starting counting items off on her fingers. "Interview at ten, lunch with Chloe, deadline, a little trespassing, you know, the usual," she finished with a wave of her hand.
Bruce couldn't help a chuckle at that. "Of course. Anything I can do to help?"
"Always," she grinned slyly. "For starters, you can keep Clark out of my hair this afternoon while I finish up this investigation. You know how he gets if he knows I'm up to no good."
"Keep the Boy Scout busy. Got it. I'm sure the League will have some crisis or other that'll require his attention. Or I can arrange for Queen to require his assistance for the day."
Lois nearly laughed at the dark gleam that shone in his eyes. Oh, how this one could play dirty when he wanted to; using Clark's own rich boyfriend to run interference was the sort of thing only Bruce would come up with. "Sounds like a plan. Remind me to send Ollie a gift basket or something for putting up with us later."
"Will do," Bruce nodded.
"So, you heading back to Gotham later, or can you stick around?"
His expression flattened in a heartbeat. "I think you know the answer to that," he said quietly.
"Right," she grumbled. So much for that idea. "No time for dinner?"
"Now, dinner, I can do," he brightened a little. "Just need to be back by nine."
"Gotcha. Meet you at your suite at six?"
"Definitely," he leered at her, and Lois was sure her stomach fluttered with anticipation. Damn him and his seductive tendencies. But whatever, she was bedding the most bad-ass hero on the block, and Gotham's most eligible bachelor, to boot. She couldn't be blamed for the occasional girlish impulse.
Once at the doors to the Planet they paused, Lois looking up at her dark knight. "You coming up to scare your employees a little more?"
Bruce's grin was wide and wolfish. "You know me too well."
Lois chuckled. "Well, somebody's got to. If not your nosy girlfriend, then who?" she smirked, reaching up on tiptoes to kiss him, then tap his nose with an index finger, her insides warming more to Bruce's visit than to the mocha. Maybe her morning mojo was intact, after all.
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Fandom: Smallville/Batman Begins
Pairing: Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Oliver Queen mentioned
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 969
Prompt: For ferdalump: Brois; Starbucks
Summary: Lois runs into an unexpected visitor while waiting for her mocha.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I'm a little late with this for it to make a difference yesterday, but I still hope it cheers you up, Ferd. :) Also, this is set in some nebulous future of Smallville. My sincerest apologies to my Clark muses, but turnabout is fair play, after all. :p
Morning Mojo
Standing in line at the corner Starbucks waiting for her four-shot peppermint mocha, extra whip, Lois scrolled through her to-do list for the day on her PDA, tuning out the cacophony of the coffee shop. Interview with a prominent city councilman at ten, lunch with Chloe at noon, article deadline at two, check into the possible corruption on the city council for the rest of the afternoon - as in, snoop around their offices and bribe a few receptionists for info if need be - and get Clark's input on the investigation after the fact to get ready for tomorrow's article. All doable. An easy day, really. Heck, she might even have time to--
But the thought was cut short when a broad hand landed on her shoulder, startling her half out of her wits. "Jesus!" she yelped involuntarily, grabbing and twisting the wrist of the offending party and whirling around to get a good look at the man.
"Whoa, Lane, dial it down," chuckled the man behind her, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a slow smirk beneath cool blue eyes and slick, dark hair.
"Bruce!" Lois gasped, letting him go and staring up at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He tucked his hands into his pants pockets, looking smug and rich and all the things Lois loved and hated about him at the same time. "What, here in Metropolis? Or in Starbucks, sneaking up on you?"
"Both. Either," she huffed as she tucked away her PDA, then crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well, I'm in Metropolis because I decided to take the morning off and fly down, check on some investments and and a certain favorite reporter of mine. I'm in Starbucks sneaking up on you because you weren't at the Planet, and Mister Olsen was kind enough to point me in this direction. Said something about your morning caffeine IV."
Lois scowled at him halfheartedly. "I have half a mind to strangle that kid. Now my morning mojo is gonna be all kinds of messed up."
"Routine is overrated, trust me."
"Oh, I'm sure it is, Mister 'I can blow off my plans at the drop of a hat and it's all good'," she rolled her eyes. "Not all of us can fall back on a cushion of wealth, you know."
Bruce put on a look of mock hurt, laying his hand across his heart. "Hey, it's not my fault I was born into this lifestyle. I work very hard to disavow myself of it, I'll have you know."
At that, Lois could only sigh, grabbing her drink as it was called out and set on the counter. It was almost too bad that she did know how hard he worked behind the facade of feckless playboy. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she scolded him lightly.
Catching her elbow as she came away from the crowd by the counter, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close for a quick kiss. "So, how is my favorite reporter, anyway?" he whispered into one ear.
"Desperate for caffeine," she purred back at him, just a slight hint of warning in her tone.
"Of course," he chuckled, letting her go. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your morning dosage."
"Watch it, playboy, I might have to make you buy me a Starbucks for my personal use, at this rate."
"Noted," he smiled. With a hand at the small of her back, he led her outside, the pair heading back toward the Planet, and Lois sucking down her mocha like the nectar of the gods. "Anything interesting on the day's agenda?"
Coming up for air, Lois cocked her head to one side and starting counting items off on her fingers. "Interview at ten, lunch with Chloe, deadline, a little trespassing, you know, the usual," she finished with a wave of her hand.
Bruce couldn't help a chuckle at that. "Of course. Anything I can do to help?"
"Always," she grinned slyly. "For starters, you can keep Clark out of my hair this afternoon while I finish up this investigation. You know how he gets if he knows I'm up to no good."
"Keep the Boy Scout busy. Got it. I'm sure the League will have some crisis or other that'll require his attention. Or I can arrange for Queen to require his assistance for the day."
Lois nearly laughed at the dark gleam that shone in his eyes. Oh, how this one could play dirty when he wanted to; using Clark's own rich boyfriend to run interference was the sort of thing only Bruce would come up with. "Sounds like a plan. Remind me to send Ollie a gift basket or something for putting up with us later."
"Will do," Bruce nodded.
"So, you heading back to Gotham later, or can you stick around?"
His expression flattened in a heartbeat. "I think you know the answer to that," he said quietly.
"Right," she grumbled. So much for that idea. "No time for dinner?"
"Now, dinner, I can do," he brightened a little. "Just need to be back by nine."
"Gotcha. Meet you at your suite at six?"
"Definitely," he leered at her, and Lois was sure her stomach fluttered with anticipation. Damn him and his seductive tendencies. But whatever, she was bedding the most bad-ass hero on the block, and Gotham's most eligible bachelor, to boot. She couldn't be blamed for the occasional girlish impulse.
Once at the doors to the Planet they paused, Lois looking up at her dark knight. "You coming up to scare your employees a little more?"
Bruce's grin was wide and wolfish. "You know me too well."
Lois chuckled. "Well, somebody's got to. If not your nosy girlfriend, then who?" she smirked, reaching up on tiptoes to kiss him, then tap his nose with an index finger, her insides warming more to Bruce's visit than to the mocha. Maybe her morning mojo was intact, after all.
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