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Clark Kent was what a lot of people would call a nerd, or even just a simple farm boy by the looks of him. His black hair parted to the right and combed quite nicely out of the way, while his thick glasses hid his blue grey eyes from the world. He had a tendency to stutter and slouch, and wore dull colors. He was all around not too fascinating to most people, he rarely drew attention to himself and people thought he was quite easy to see through. Most people just defined him by his name, he was nothing more than Clark Kent, a reporter for Daily Planet and a simple farm boy from Smallville. He felt it was better that way, it left less questions for him to answer when he disappeared and didn't have an excuse for his sudden absence. It also made him quite unrecognizable to the public eye when he was out saving the day as Superman. He had thought about wearing a mask in his early years, when he was still getting used to his powers and decided that no one should know that Clark Kent was actually an alien being of a planet that was completely destroyed. He found there were ways around the mask, and it worked perfectly as long as nobody took notice to him and saw Superman as someone else completely.

Superman wasn't even technically his other name, his real name was Kal-El. He was a native of the planet Krypton, but before his planet was destroyed he was sent out in a rocket ship that ended up on Earth. It wasn't like he remembered anything about his planet or even his parents, but that didn't mean he didn't feel quite lonely in the universe. He was the only Kryptonian, with the kind of morals he has, left in the whole universe, and he was left to study his planet on his own. It was quite a hard task when he was one of the only ones out there doing it, and there wasn't too much to be offered. He did already have the power to speak and write in Kryptonian language, but that wasn't too helpful when there wasn't anyone else out there that knew that language for themselves. There were others from the planet Krypton, but they were all evil and intended to do no more than destroy Earth, which Clark would never let happen. He had family here, even if they weren't his real family, he also had friends and a life that he wouldn't give up for anything.

At the moment, Clark was Clark, and was reporting for the Daily Planet. He had been sent to Gotham for a good while to write a story on Bruce Wayne, and his new intentions of expanding Wayne Enterprises into Metropolis. He wasn't too excited about this new assignment, but his boss thought he was the best choice for some odd reason and he didn't get much of a choice of his own. He just got out of the taxi that he had taken from his hotel room in Gotham to Wayne manor. Everything apparently was already set up, Perry White had pulled some strings and had somehow managed to get an interview with Bruce Wayne. Clark would never understand how he did it, but he wasn't going to ask questions. The small town farm boy stared at the huge mansion that could have easily been mistaken for a castle, wondering just what kind of person he was dealing with. He had seen a few things with Bruce in front of the camera, but he wasn't sure what this person was like off camera or even just face to face with one person. Clark was about to find that out for himself.

He finally made his way to the front door and knocked after finding no evidence of a doorbell. He was greeted by an older gentleman, who seemed to know right away why Clark was there. "Right this way, sir, Master Wayne has been waiting for you," the man said as he led the way through the large manor to find where Bruce was waiting. Clark felt just slightly nervous about this meeting, since the only other person he had met that was just as rich and famous was Lex, and he was sure there was a difference between Bruce and Lex. He was also sure that he wasn't going to end up fighting Bruce Wayne while being Superman. He was forced to keep himself calm and just deal with whatever happened next.