Secret is Out: Part 6
AN: Here is Part 6, as voted on twitter! Enjoy!
Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?
“You know you don’t have to wear the glasses, right?”
Clark glances back at you in the mirror, before looking back at the glasses, “I suppose it doesn’t matter. They’ve pasted both versions of my face all over the news.”
You crawl out of bed and jump on to his back, so that you’re hanging off his back. When you can’t quite manage it, he smiles and bends down a bit. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he makes sure you’re secure before straightening again.
“You realize it’s the same face, right? This one just happens to be void of glasses.”
“I know, I’m just going to miss it.”
You kiss his cheek, “Miss what?”
“Being able to walk around without being recognized, or taking you to dinner without
being ambushed by reporters. Going to work without being stared at.”
You wince before letting go, and sliding off his back, “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
“More than a little.”
You nod, “Understandable, because if I worked in our office I’d give you lots of grief over writing articles about yourself.”
His eyes focus in on you, “You do work in my office.”
You snap your fingers, “That’s right! I take the photos, and dig up information, silly me.”
He stares at you, “You have something planned.”
You shrug before sending him a smirk, “Guess you won’t know until we get there.” And without another word you walk into the closet and change. When you’re done, you come out to find him staring at the door.
You whisper, “Is there an alien on the other side?”
His tone has a bit of bite to it, “Nope. Just lots and lots of neighbors.”
You roll your eyes, “The neighbors have been trying to steal a glance of you since the news broke. You just keep flying out the window.”
“There’s other women out there.”
You roll your eyes, “Do I look worried? I have Shayera and Vixen at my beck and call. I’ve got mad back up, so it’s time to kick the farm boy persona, remember you’re in the city and get a move on, before we’re late.”
He pouts a bit, but allows you to push him towards the door, you pull it open to reveal several of the little old ladies who live on your hall. You give him a look that says, “This is what had your tights in a twist?” before focusing on the neighbors.
“Good morning Ms. Ghent, Ms. Libby, how are you this morning?”
They smile, “We’re fine dear. Just here to tell you something.”
“Yes, we just wanted to let you know we got rid of those girls who were trolling around.
You and Clark are a match made in heaven, and just cause he saves the world doesn’t give them the right to come trolling around.”
You smile, “Thank you Ms. Libby. To tell you the truth Clark is a bit nervous, this is our first time going out with everyone knowing.”
Mrs. Ghent snorts, “Nonsense. Clark Kent is just as good a man as Superman. In fact this whole thing just makes the world seem a bit less crazy.”
You glance at Clark to find him smiling, “Thank you Ms. Libby, Mrs. Ghent. Let me know if you ladies need anything moved, okay.”
They smile and send the two of you off with a tin of cookies. The front door to your building is a bit of a different story. It’s filled with reporters and shouting fans. Clark glances at you, “Sad thing is we know each and every one of those guys.”
You nod, “Half of them are scum.”
“We should get a car.”
You roll your eyes, “When you fly you can break Mach 1. We are not getting a car.”
“Is flying your suggestion for this situation, because I’ll remind you that you’re wearing a skirt.”
You smirk, “I have shorts on underneath.”
The two of you stare at each other, before you surge forward and push open the doors. You stick your fingers in your mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The flashes from the cameras stops and you smile, “I’d just like to remind ALL of you, that there is a very good chance that we have worked together before, or at the very least I’ve worked with someone who knows you. That means I know your dirty little secrets. Also remember that I’m not my husband and I have no problem hanging you out to dry. So stop looking for news and go find a celebrity to photograph instead.”
More than a few of them look nervous, and all of them know what you’re capable of. Clark comes out a minute later and asks, “Was that really necessary?”
You stare at him for a minute, before turning and walking down the street. You murmur just loud enough for him to hear, “I married a boy scout.”
He catches up, and takes your hand a moment later. You get stopped several times on your way. Mainly by fans. You get more than a few stares, but you make it to the office eventually.
The stares are enough to unnerve even you. You’re proud of the way Clark keeps his head high and his eyes on his desk. You take your seats and get to work. You’ve almost blocked out the being watched feeling when Perry yells, “Kent. My office NOW!”
You both jump up, until he says, “Superman only.”
You wince at the use of the name, but watch as your husband walks in. Then you realize everyone else’s eyes are on him, and turn back to your work. He comes out half an hour later and slumps into his chair.
Clicking through the images you ask, “Do I want to know?”
“I’m not allowed to write about Superman anymore.”
“He wants me to cover what it means to have superhero identities exposed. Interview the League and such.”
You laugh, “Can I be there when you ask Bruce for an interview?”
Clark just groans.