| Superman's Sister | b.w.

10 | t e n

10 | Unwell

JESSICA left her apartment to attend a gala Bruce had invited her too as another one of their dates. She wore an emerald sleeveless dress that rested an inch off the floor with her matching velvet pumps. She pushed her curled hair away from her face as she pushed up her other set of glasses, her Harry Potter glasses, that's what she calls them.

"Wow," Bruce smiled. "You look stunning." Jessica adjusted her glasses with a nervous smile.

"Thank you." He opened the door to his Black Aston Martin with a tender smile, letting Jessica in. When he gets into the driver's side, he drives off while making conversation. He asked the normal questions, how her day was, what is new in the journalism world, things like that.

"Why did you become a reporter?" Bruce asked curiously. "From our last date at the museum, you know a lot more than the average reporter." Jessica sent him a look with a raised brow. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing!" He defends with a hand up in defense. "I've just never seen someone so interested in science as a reporter."

Jessica's red-stained lips turned upwards into a smile. "No, you're right." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I became a reporter because I wanted to write the truth for the people. I couldn't do that with science."

"But you'd be changing the world with scientific breakthroughs," Bruce explained. "We do it all the time at Wayne Enterprises."

Jessica chuckled. "I can change the world through words Bruce. By factual evidence. I didn't win a Pulitzer against Lois Lane for no reason."

Bruce chuckled at her words. "What is the famed Pulitzer article I hear so much about? Alfred won't stop buzzing about it." Jessica blushed at his words.

"My article is about the social injustices people all over the world face. My editor-in-chief originally sent me to different parts of the world to study rich internationalists. but when I saw how many people from the lower class were treated so terribly. I had to take action."

"So you write the article." Jessica nodded her head with a smile. Bruce stopped at a red light. He turned his attention to Jessica.

"Not everyone is born bad. It's the people who you're surrounded with are the ones that influence the choices you make in life." Jessica explained. "Not all Muslims are terrorists, not all African-Americans are criminals, and not all Hispanics are drug dealers. The individuals who do these things are the ones, no matter the race, should be punished." Jessica shrugged her shoulders. "But that's my opinion. A lot of other people don't see it that way but, my opinion won me my Pulitzer." She sent a wink his way. "So, in a way, my opinion is the philosophy of people with common sense."

Bruce couldn't help but stare, not only was she not afraid to express who she was, but she was also highly educated on the things that made her passionate. In Bruce's eyes, she was perfect. The honking of a car from behind them snapped Bruce out of his admiration state for the educated goddess in front of him. "I'll have to read your article." He said, driving forward.

"It won't disappoint, I hope."

INSIDE the gala, Jessica and Bruce, arm in arm, toured around many artifacts. She wasn't used to all the eyes on her but realized it was for Bruce more than her. She wasn't his average type to be hanging on his arm. She wasn't a supermodel or some rich daughter to another big cooperation. She was a plain reporter from Smallville, Kansas. Nothing much exciting about Jessica Kent. Kalura-El, on the other hand, is much more exciting.

Wanting a break from all of the stares, she decided to gain her confidence back in the bathroom. While Jessica was calming herself down, Diana, doing her job as an antique dealer, was shown an ancient sword.

She wore a silver dress that exposed her tan arm, the fabric covering her other one. On her exposed arm, it was decorated with a gold upper arm cuff. The back of the dress showing off her beautifully unscarred back. The man that was showing her around began to speak. "It's the sword of Alexander. It's the blade that cut the Gordian Knot. It's a triumph."

Diana smiled kindly. "Yes."

"Enjoy."

"Thank you." Now that she was alone, she stared at the blade with a sigh. Although it was a fake, it was still beautiful.

"It's a fake." Bruce started, coming up behind her. "The real one was sold in '98 on the black market. Now it hangs...-"

"Over the bed of the Sultan of Hajar." She smirked, finishing his sentence. "Excuse me." As Diana tries to walk away, Bruce grabbed her by the arm.

"Excuse me, Miss." Diana stares at his hand with a raised brow. Was he seriously touching her? "The other night, you took something that doesn't belong to you. Stealing isn't polite." He grunted.

Diana rolled her eyes, a smirk coming to play on her perfect lips. "Is it stealing if you steal from another thief?" She asked smugly.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

"Someone interested in the same man you are."

"Is that right?"

Diana crossed her arms as she turned around to look at Bruce. "I believe Mr. Luthor has a photo that belongs to me."

"Did you get it?" He asked curiously.

She gave a deep sigh, looking away. " As it happens, no, I didn't. The data you copied is military-grade encryption." As she tries to turn away, Bruce grabs her by the arm again.

"You know. I bet with that dress 9 out of 10 men would let you get away with anything." Bruce spoke.

"But, you're the 10th?" She asked.

"Mmm. I guess I am the first to see through that babe in the woods act. You don't know me, but, I've known a few women like you." Diana looked ahead to see the woman she danced with a few months ago standing in the back, watching her eyes full of anger.

"I suppose your date doesn't see it that way." Bruce's eyes shot up to see Jessica's form storming out the same way they came in. He squeezed his eyes together knowing how close he and Diana looked. She could have easily mistaken it for him hitting on another woman. Diana gave a sigh, shaking her head. "Oh, I don't think you've ever known a woman like me." She turned around to face Bruce again. "You know, it's true what they say about little boys: Born with no natural inclination to share." She fixed his tie. "I didn't steal your drive. I borrowed it. You'll find it in the glove compartment of your car." She spun around on her heel, walking away. "Mr. Wayne."

LOIS, Jessica, and Sheilah sat in Jessica's apartment while gossiping about drama that's accrued over their lives. Jessica, for sure, was starting to regret even agreeing to go to that gala in the first place. He could have flirted with women by himself.

Krypto's growing body laid in Jessica's lap as she petted his white fur with a sigh. "What dick." Sheilah scoffed. "He doesn't deserve you. Didn't I tell you, Lois?"

"I told you that!" Lois growled, punching Sheilah in the arm. The black-haired woman rubbed her arm with a pout. Jessica just stared off thinking, there went another relationship. She just wanted to feel intimate again, happy.

She kept thinking about the passionate night she had with Batman. And the thing that drove her crazy was, she hasn't told her best friends yet.

"Okay, muñeca," Sheilah started, placing her cup on the coffee table. " You've been staring off toward your balcony for the best twenty minutes. What's up?"

Jessica looked to her friends with wide eyes. "What do you mean?"

"The jig is up Jess, we caught you," Lois said with a smirk. "Spill."

The alien gave a deep sigh, rubbing her forehead with her hand. There was no denying it now, the truth was about to be released like a bat out of hell. "I, um," She gave a deep sigh. "I slept with the Batman at the hotel a while back." SHe confessed, squeezing her eyes closed. Lois and Sheilah turned their gazes to each other with their mouths open.

"So," Lois started. "you slept with the Batman?" Lois asked as Sheilah leaned closer with her mouth twisted into a smirk. It was a couple of months after Jessica's s****l encounter with the bat and she's only seen him a couple of times. "And it took you THIS long to tell us?" Lois hissed, hitting Jessica's leg with the pillow that was resting in her lap.

"Was his d**k big?" Sheilah asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

A deep blush rapidly spread across Jessica's cheeks. "He was huge." All three women squealed like a bunch of underaged school girls. "It was so intense, it was something that I had never experienced before, ya know?"

"Not even with Oliver?" Lois asked.

"Not even with Ollie." Jessica shook her head with a deep sigh. "I just feel bad because Bruce wants to take it to the next level with me in our relationship and I just... I don't know."

"Do you regret it?" Sheilah asked with an arched brow.

"Regret what?"

"Do you regret sleeping with Batman?"

"Well, no, but...-"

"Then you don't regret it." Sheilah stated. "From the sound of it, you want it to happen again." Lois pointed her finger at Sheilah.

"She's got a point, I mean, don't tell your brother but like, wow. Do we not see the muscle that man has going on?" Lois asked with a raised brow, her giant wine cup next to her cheek. "He's no Superman but, I'd hit that."

"Second that to me." Sheilah smirked.

"Did you see his face while you two were going at it?" Lois asked. Jessica looked at Lois with a laugh.

"No, it was too dark to see him, and besides, even if I did, I wouldn't say anything." Jessica drank the rest of the wine in her glass. "He wears the mask for a reason you know." Lois and Sheilah groaned in annoyance.

"He obviously didn't care about his identity when you two were humping like wild animals." Sheilah laughed. It suddenly hit her, "Oh my god, Batman actually had s*x with an alien!" Sheilah gasped, bouncing up and down like a toddler. "I'm going home, maybe he'll come back and give you more of that bat love." She smirked, grabbing Lois, and pushing her out of the door. 

Jess rolled her eyes once she heard the door slam shut. She began to clean around her apartment, tossing her suit into her secret spot, not realizing that a piece of it was sticking out.

Jessica super sped to her room, changed into some sweats and a black tank top. She walked back out of the room to see everything in her apartment was dark.

"Bats?" She asked with a raised brow. A pair of arms pulled her towards a fit chest, causing Jessica to yelp with a little laugh. "Well, nice to see you too." The dark knight immediately attached his lips to Jessica's, backing her up to the dinner table.

Suddenly, the next date with Bruce popped into her head, she had told him what had happened that night in the hotel. To her surprise, Bruce was upset but was quick to forgive her.

Batman plopped her onto the table, his lips attacking her neck sucking on her pulse point. God does he drive her crazy.

Jessica ran her fingers up his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. Oh how she wanted to feel him pressed against her. As if reading her thoughts, Batman pushed his hardening erection against her. Oh Jesus, slow down!

Jessica had no idea what to do with herself, she was torn between a man who she could see every day and a man who went out of his way to visit a reporter in Metropolis.

Bruce had already forgiven her once and look where that ended up, in the arms of a more beautiful woman. But, it was the same strange feeling she got with Bruce when with the Dark Knight.

A deep groan rumbled within Bruce, his gloved hands tightening on her taut waist. In a moment, Jessica tried to separate herself from the vigilante. "No... stop..." She mumbled, her hands pushing his chest away slightly. "I-I can't... I can't do this right now." She sighed with tears in her eyes.

Bruce was taken back by this motion, oh s**t, this was his fault. Although his face was motionless, his brain was running five times as fast. He couldn't help but think to himself how he let it get this far.

Why did he let it get that far? Was it because she accepted Batman, his true person, for who he was? No matter the flaw or what he knew she disagreed about him. It was an ongoing battle for him for a few months while he was building the weapon to end Superman and then his sister next.

He wondered if dragging her into his whole life of crime was too dangerous. The things that happened with Rachel and Harvey... Jason. He didn't want what happened to them, happen to her. Then he started to remember what his parents always told him: be happy, if the person you truly love is right in front of you, never let her go.

He knew this side of him just had to be selfish. He may be Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire in the public eye but that wasn't him. This, Batman, that's him. "No."

"What?"

"I'm going to be selfish for once..." He started, clenching his fists. "I push everyone I know away from me for what? You, you're different. I don't care if that pretty boy Bruce Wayne wants you, I do. Me." He explained gruffly. Jessica opened her mouth to say something but couldn't find the words to do so.

"I don't even know who you really are underneath that mask. I can't be in a relationship like that!" She argued back and it was true. She was falling for someone who she had never seen, never been on a date with, never been investigated by her best friends, nothing. He's seen her, at night, every other weekend. How could someone live like that?

Bruce placed both of his hands on either side of Jessica. He's going to have to rip it off like a band-aid. The man raised his hand up to his mask and swiftly tugged it off.

"No!" Jessica squealed, slapping her hands over her face.

"Jess... Jess look at me." Bruce sighed.

"Nope!" She shook her head. "I'm not looking, I can't know your identity!"

"Look at me dammit!" He growled, pulling her hands away from her face. Jessica slowly opened her eyes to see Bruce Wayne standing there, his hair a tousled mess from when he ripped off the mask.

"Bruce..." She mumbled. "Are you kidding me!" She hissed, pushing his chest away. "I confessed to you, that I slept with you!" She frantically exclaimed, using hand movements to motion to him. "How is that okay?!" She narrowed her eyes. "And oh..." She growled darkly with her finger point at him. "That little stunt you pulled tonight and you have the balls to come over here!?" She hissed, backing him up against a wall as Bruce looked at her with wide eyes.

"I swear that wasn't what it looked like. She had valuable information that I needed." Bruce rubbed the back of his neck in a bit of embarrassment. Maybe that was a little too far on his part.

"Like what?"

"I can't tell you that," She rolled her eyes, walking away from him. "I'm trying to protect you."

"I don't need your protection Bruce, trust me, I can take care of myself." She grumbled, running her hand through her hair. Bruce watched her with sad eyes.

"Jess, I'm sorry, I truly am. I just... the first night we met at the gala, I knew you didn't like Bruce Wayne, you aren't into the flashy cameras or the money." He explained with a sigh, Jessica re-adjusted her glasses on her face with a stern stubborn face. "Batman is me, Bruce isn't, why do you think I visited you all the way here in Metropolis? If you wouldn't click with the other side of me, you might with this one."

"That doesn't excuse the fact that you lied to me. I'm into two different people Bruce." She sighed, sapping her hands to her sides. "I don't even know who you really are."

"I understand, I shouldn't have gone this far but if you only knew what's happened to the people I let get close enough. My parents, my allies," He rubbed his forehead. "My son. They all get hurt because of me. I didn't want that to happen to you." He slowly grabbed Jessica's slim fingers with his gloved ones. "If you want me to leave, I'll go, you won't see me again." He spoke. "It'll be very difficult to leave the most perfect thing in the world, but I will respect your wishes."

When Jessica didn't say anything, Bruce took that as his cue to leave. The woman rolled her eyes, she wanted to torture him just a little bit. "Bruce," She sighed, grabbing his utility belt. "I never said to leave." She pulled him in closer by his belt.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asked, his hands on her waist. Jessica placed her hands on his stubbled cheek with a loving look in her eyes, the same one he's longed for since his parents passed.

"I guess you'll just have to figure it out." Jessica smiled, brought him in for a kiss. Bruce brought her in closer as Jess wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She brushed her hand over a certain spot as he gave a slight wince in pain. "What happened?" She asked with a raised brow.

Bruce moved his shoulders a little to try and hide the obvious pain he's feeling. "The um...villains in Gotham are nothing to be messed with." He mumbled. Jessica reached her hand to his cape. "No don't...-" Jessica instantly lifted his cape up to see a large cut that reached from the tip of his shoulder to between his shoulder blades.

Jessica gave him a slight glare, always worrying about him. "Take this off," She instructed. "no arguing with me."

Bruce sighed and began to detach the top of his suit from his torso. The cut was actually more painful than he thought. So much for making amends with Selina Kyle.

Bruce sat on the barstool while actually admiring her apartment for once, he was usually always on the balcony or they were in his mansion. He always wondered what her apartment looked like and it was exactly the complete opposite of what he imagined.

He thought she would have a more, modern taste, like him. Turns out, it was more unpredictable. Just like her, his Smallville. It sounded so cheesy to him but he didn't really seem to care at the moment. Her apartment had posters of old movies from 1980, movies he grew up on like The Lost Boys or The NeverEnding Story, and newer movies, like Maid in Manhattan or The Lake House. There were other things as well such as picture frames of her family, her diplomas from high school and college, and her Pulitzer Prize.

It had way more of a homey feel to it than his modern-day mansion, that's for sure. And he liked it, just the way it was.

Jessica came sauntering back, placing her mini first aid kit onto the dinner table. "I don't have anesthetic so the stitches are going to hurt."

"I took the cut, I can take the stitch." He smirked, cocky bastard.

Jessica smirked right back at him. "You know, never piss off the woman with the needle."

"Note taken." Bruce grumbled, turning to where Jessica had her full-length mirror. He began to admire her through the glass object. Man, was he ever so lucky? He's had beautiful women in his lifetime but, she, oh she was different.

His parent's for sure would have loved her and started to ask the question 'when are you going to propose?' It was so intoxicating to be around her sometimes. He would get in trouble, by her, when she would be talking about something that she was so passionate about because he was so absorbed in her beauty and passion about anything. Of course, he hasn't told her that, yet.

There were a few moments of silence before Jessica decided to speak. "So, when were you going to tell me, the honeymoon?" She asked, causing Bruce to turn his attention to his cowl. "I can't believe you lied to me about this." She mumbled as she put on some numbing cream she found in the kit.

Bruce took this as his moment to be a smart ass. "Now I really never said I wasn't Batman." He smirked, turning his head to look at her. Jessica slapped her hand over his wound, the colliding of raw skin echoed across the room. Bruce arched his back in pain. "Ow!"

Jessica scrunched up her nose, huffing in annoyance. "You know what really upsets me, not that the fact that the new man in my life is actually two men, I'm sitting on the biggest story of my career, Batman Unmasked! And... there isn't a damned thing I can do about it." She grumbled while starting the stitching process of his deep wound.

Bruce smiled to himself and moved his large gloved hand to her leg. "That means you do love me."

"Hold your horse's batboy," Jessica started. "You haven't reached that just yet." Jessica finished her stitches and made sure to tie it tight enough to where it wouldn't fall apart. "I'm going to get iodine for that wound." Jessica discarded the used needle in the trash. "Burning, stinging iodine." She glared then disappeared into her bedroom.

She was a bit mad at him, not at the fact that he kept the secret Batman from her, she knows about keeping secret identities. She was upset at the fact that he pretended to be mad at her even though she slept with him, he should have just come clean right then.

Bruce stood up starting to put his armor back on as carefully as he could. "You better not be putting that suit back on Bruce Wayne!" She shouted from her bathroom in her room. "Those stitches pop and I won't be putting on Numbing Cream!" Bruce chuckled at her response. She sounded just like Alfred.

A single picture of an older man caught his attention, he was sitting on his tractor, the family dog on his lap, and a gracious smile across his tan face. Bruce couldn't help but envy the man just a little, he had everything he ever wanted, a family, a wife, a home.

Bruce went to look at a picture of Jessica's mother when his leg got caught on the hiding spot where Jessica kept her suit. "Shit." He cursed quietly but paused when he saw the giant S on the red and blue suit.

He looked at the bedroom door to where Jessica disappeared through then back to the suit. He picked it up in his hands, his brows creasing in anger. "Bruce? Is everything alri-oh!" Jessica gasped at the sight, dropping the iodine into the floor; her hands flying to her mouth. She'd been caught. "Bruce..."

"Please tell me this... this isn't what I think it is." He grumbled lowly, a glare in his brown eyes. Jessica felt herself wince at his cold stare. Bruce scoffed and threw down her suit back to where it was.

"I can't believe you, please tell me it's not true. That this is just a costume..." He trailed off as Jessica's eyes began to tear up.

"I...-"

Bruce walked closer and snatched the glasses off from her face. "f*****g great!" He hissed, throwing her glasses across the room. The black-framed glasses hit her father's picture and landed on the floor with a c***k.

Bruce grabbed his cowl, stomping his way off to get to the balcony. "What's so wrong about my brother and I?" Jessica asked with her hands clenched. "So what? You're going to go to war with my brother because of the hate you have for him? We aren't your enemy Bruce!"

"That son of a b***h brought the war to the human race, two years ago!" Bruce bellowed angrily.

"Don't talk about him like that!" Jessica growled, moving closer.

"Oh, I'm not just talking about him. I'm talking about you as well. I mean, Jesus, Jessica count the dead." He growled, pointing to the window. "Thousands of people! What's next? Millions?"

Jessica crossed her arms, not wanting to let her tears fall down her face. She wouldn't, he didn't deserve to see her cry. "That'll never happen. I would die before I ever let that happen."

Bruce scoffed. "A monster is told in many forms, I guess I was blinded by the beauty in yours." With that, he was off with a heavy heart. There were so many secrets in one relationship that he didn't care at that point. He was ready to destroy the evil in both of them, save earth of a future of violence and evil.

Jessica bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying, she had a sudden flashback of what Zod said, how could someone on earth love someone like her.