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Clark paused midflight.
A very large, very wet, black and white photo of Bruce Wayne was eyeing him. Half suggestive, half angry and yet despite it all, relaxed. Clark learned this was something called a ‘Resting Bitch Face’ from Lois. It seemed to have a negative connotation, describing someone who looked angry even while their face was at rest. But on a photo like this, it elicited a kind of dangerous allure and arousal from those who looked at it. ’Gotta hand it to him, the guy’s a natural at it.’ And Clark had to agree, that half lidded stare was drawing him in yet pushing him away all at once, a curled finger, a warning. ‘Come closer, if you dare’. It left Clark stuck in place, unable to look away.
So he didn’t, and continued to stare at the bright billboard.
He really shouldn’t be staring. He really should be making his way to the rendezvous point. The rest of the League were surely waiting on him, and Batman would be having a word before and definitely after the mission if he was late…was he late? Clark quickly super-peeked at the square’s digital clock a few miles away. He had 8 minutes before they actually had to meet, and with his speed it would take no time at all.
He could spare some time to stare.
“Oh!” Clark did a quick -not whip- turn at the sound of Diana’s voice as she floated closer to his side. “So it was a cologne ad. It came out quite nice.” She inspected the photo with a pleased hum.
“Did you know about this?” Clark asked.
Diana shrugged, not taking her eyes off the board. “We ran into each other at the beach a few weeks back. I think he was about finished by the time I had already arrived but he told me he was there for a photoshoot. Though didn’t tell me what the photos were for.”
Well the answer was very clear now. Clark turned back to the billboard and the two beheld the ad in silence. The sounds of the city a pale muted thing in comparison to the brightly lit Bruce that captivated their attention.
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“I’m going to call Shayera.” Diana said finally, ringing her up on her comms.
Shayera was quickly followed by John and Hal who was also tagged along by Victor and when Barry saw the group flying off course, curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to join the group on the roof instead to-
stare at a picture of Bruce Wayne.
Oh but what a picture it was.
Barry let out a whistle and waltzed to a stop, resting his hands on his hips to give the photo the admiration it deserved. No one could deny that the Gothamite was a good looking man. Add on top the wet and ready aesthetic, that killer stare that could even plant Superman to the floor- and the League had one hell of a photo splayed out before them. No, no one could deny that Bruce Wayne was a good looking man. Maybe that’s also why he was so secretive of his identity. While the man could invoke fear on just his presence alone, exposing his added features might also invoke something extra, maybe even making it hard to take him seriously. Barry gave a little glance at all the League members currently gazing. Yeah. Best to hide it.
“You’re right, he did come out good.” Shayera commented to Diana.
Hal leaned forward with a quirked brow. “It’s Bruce Wayne.” He said with an annoyed huff, “Does he ever come out bad?” Barry nodded, wondering the same. “He didn’t make it hard for the photographers, that's for sure.”
Victor took a silent photo. Filing it away so he could laugh at Dick about it later.
Suddenly, their comms crackled to life, accompanied by an oh-so familiar voice.
“League. This is Batman.”
No one looked at each other.
“Where is everyone? We had a rendezvous.”
Clark whipped his head to the clock. Two minutes past rendezvous.
Oh, Batman was going to be pissed.