Chapter 5- The Rose
Clark-
A few weeks later, I was sitting at my desk, actually on time for once when I heard someone calling my name.
"Kent?"
I turned around in my chair to see an astonished Perry getting off the elevator.
"Is everything ok between you and Rose?" he asked.
"Never better, sir," I replied, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Why do you ask?"
"You're on time," he mumbled as he walked past me to his office.
I chuckled slightly to myself as the door closed behind him and turned back to my laptop screen. The whole reason I had come in early was to try and finish the article I was writing but I was so sick of writing about sports all the time. I just wanted to write about something that actually mattered for once.
Suddenly the door to Perry's office flew open with a bang. "Lane! Montgomery!" Perry bellowed. "I've got a huge scoop for the two of you!"
Instead of calling them into his office, he walked over to Lois' desk where the two women were currently working. Rose was stood slightly bent, looking over Lois' shoulder and I couldn't help but notice how the black pencil skirt she was wearing hugged her figure. As I looked around at the floor of gawking male reporters, apparently I wasn't the only one who had noticed. I stood up from my desk and walked over towards the trio, hoping to shield my Rose from roaming eyes.
"So what's the big break, Perry?" Lois asked.
"Officer Mulcahey from Gotham PD was arrested last month on criminal charges for the murder of a fifteen year old child. The officer alleged that the kid pulled a gun on her, but bystanders said that was bull shit. My sources say that despite the large amounts of incriminating evidence, the attorney general is planning to acquit her today-"
"Wait, wait, wait-" I interrupted, shaking my head in disbelief. "And you want to send Rose down there?"
"Well, I sure as hell don't pay her to just sit around on that pretty little ass all day," Perry scoffed. "This is her job, Kent. Unless you've got a problem with it?"
"No, it's fine," I heard Rose say as she tried to shove me aside- but of course I didn't budge.
"Look, Perry," I tried approaching this again. "If they acquit this woman, there could be riots out there and it could get really ugly, really fast. I'm a reporter too, why not send me with her instead."
Perry seemed to be processing what I had said.
"C'mon, Perry, just give me a chance to write about something other than sports," I begged.
"Fine," he huffed rather reluctantly. "But eff this up and I'll demote you to editing obituaries."
I couldn't help but smile as Rose picked up her camera and held on to my hand.
"I promise, Perry. You won't be disappointed."
***
The Attorney General had just stepped out to address the crowd but the audience was already growing restless and they were anything but friendly.
"Hurry up and snap some pictures," I leaned down and whispered into Rose's ear. "I have a feeling this is about to go south."
"In the case against Officer Rachel Mulcahey for the murder of Lincoln Whittig, this court has found the defendant- not guilty!"
The crowd broke out into a frenzy, chanting and screaming-'We want justice! We want justice!'- and honestly, I couldn't blame them. I had seen all the reports and the evidence was undeniable that the boy had been gunned down in cold blood. However, what the crowd was gearing towards, I couldn't condone. Violence was never the answer.
"Rose, c'mon. I think we should get out of here," I said stretching my hand out for her.
"Rose?"
I began to panic when she didn't grab on to my hand. As the crowd turned violent, I began spinning around, frantically pushing people out of the way as tried to find her.
"Rose?" I called out again. How had she gotten so far from me in such a short period of time? "Rose if you can hear me, shout!"
Suddenly somebody from the crowd threw a moltov cocktail at a cop car. As the bottle burst into flames people began scrambling away, screaming in terror. Pretty soon, the crude little bombs were being tossed all over and the scene before me erupted into flames and chaos.
"Damn it, Rose," I cursed under my breath, "where are you?"
Out of nowhere, a hundred or so police officers emerged in riot gear and my heart began to race. I scanned the crowd, attempting to utilize my super hearing and vision, but there were so many people running about that I couldn't pick up on Rose's location. As I looked back towards the police line I could see them getting ready to launch tear bombs into the crowd and my hand instinctively went up to my tie. It was obvious as Clark Kent I wouldn't be able to do anything, but maybe as Superman-
I ran into the nearest revolving doors, discarding my street clothes and returned as Superman. Taking to the sky, a quite hush fell over the crowd as I hovered over their heads. I could hear the crowd whispering about my arrival and the officers seemed to sigh in relief.
"Good citzens of Gotham," I called out. "Although a great travesty has happened here today, violence is never the answer. I must ask that you kindly return to your homes and gather as peaceful protesters another day."
A very bright, distracting flash snapped from somewhere in the crowd and a smile grew across my face. There was my Rose.
That smile, however, quickly disappeared.
"What does he know?" someone shouted. "He doesn't even belong here!"
As tear gas was launched into the crowd, I flew forward and plucked Rose out of the crowd.
"It's about time!" she teased as I smiled down at her. In no time we were back in Metropolis, but as I was about to drop her off, I noticed something I hadn't seen before.
"What happened?" I asked as I gingerly cupped her chin.
She winced away as my thumb gently brushed across her swollen lip.
"Someone's elbow decided to go to war with my face," she explained. "Sadly, my face lost."
"Do you think you'll be ok?" I asked, slowly touching down on the rooftop of our apartment building.
"I'm pretty sure no one's ever died from a busted up lip before," she laughed. "And don't you dare go adding this to that fucked up list of death scenarios you have going on in your head," she scolded.
"I won't. I won't," I chuckled as I threw my hands up in surrender. "But I am going to go see if the GCPD needs any help controlling that crowd," I said pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead.
"Do you really think that's a good idea?" she asked- I could see the reservation in her eyes. "You know that's Br- Batman's territory," she reminded me.
"You would think he'd be grateful for the help," I replied.
"Doubtful," she scoffed.
***
It couldn't have been more than an hour later when I came strolling through the doors. I was looking forward to being greeted by Rose as I walked in, and in a way you could say I was, but it surely wasn't the kind of rose I was expecting.
A dozen roses doesn't even compare to your beauty. One ride just wasn't enough. I hope you'll accept my proposal and forget Superman. You deserve the best- LL
Suddenly I was slammed with a million emotions as I angrily grabbed the vase of roses and stormed into the bedroom.
"What the hell is this?"
Rose jumped as the door banged against the wall and maybe if I hadn't been so pissed, I might have been apologetic. But at the moment, I was seeing red- literally.
"What the hell is this?!" I repeated again.
"Clark, I swear, it's not what you think-"
"Ride? Proposal?" my voice raised incredulously. "My god, Rose, how stupid do you think I am?"
"And how promiscuous do you think I am!?" she yelled, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Just tell me," my voice nearly cracked at the thought. "Are you cheating on me?"
"What?"
I grimaced at the sharpness in her tone.
"No, you stupid son of a bitch. I love you, and only you!" she replied. "The day of the those hearings against Superman- he was the one who gave me a ride home."
"The ride from hell?" I muttered as I suddenly remembered.
"Yes," she nodded. "That day he accused me of being Superman's girlfriend, which I adamantly denied in order to protect your secret. He then offered me a ride home, offered me a job, felt up my thigh and then threatened me-"
"Wait, he felt you up?" I could feel a violent rage taking over. "He threatened you?" I seethed through clenched teeth.
"Yes," she nodded. "But don't worry. I've got it handled."
"That's what you always say," I shot back.
"But this time, I really do," she said.
Whether it was intentional or not, as she bat those big beautiful eyelashes at me, I wondered if she even knew the effect she had on me. My brain often felt like it would split in two, each side contradicting the other. I wanted nothing more than to bang on my chest, flexing my muscles and proving to her that I was the most powerful being on earth. I wanted to show her that I could protect her and keep her safe, but at the same time I had to be gentle. Reigning in my power so as not to hurt my delicate little Rose.
I don't even know what came over me next. One second I felt my eyes heating up and the next I was incinerating the bouquet of roses in my hand- vase and all.
"Clark!" she screamed at me. "Oh my god, they were just flowers."
"From another man," I growled in response-my voice sounding odd even to my own ears.
The entire time, I hadn't even realized she was naked and standing in front of me, but now that I wasn't so angry, I was actually able to discern that she must have just gotten out of the shower. I flashed forward and easily lifted her up to my chest, moaning into her hair as she hovered just above my raging hardness. With no effort at all, I playfully tossed her on top of the bed and as her head collapsed into the pillows, I mounted her-- my knees straddling over her hips.
My mouth blazed a trail of kisses inbetween her breasts and with one hand, I firmly secured both of hers above her head. Her heart raced at my touch and I was nearly driven mad with desire.
"So wet," I heard myself groan as she writhed under me with pleasure.
"I just got out of the shower," she reminded me.
But I wasn't talking about the water...
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