Bruce Wayne

At least a head taller than Lois Lane. Broad at the shoulder but narrow at the waist, like a prime boxer; the reporter could see the muscles move beneath his bespoke black pinstripe suit, a genuine 24k gold pin held his plain black tie. Hair as dark as Lois's own, and his eyes...

Lois felt her sister Lucy's hand tighten on her arm. Those eyes found Lois Lane's and held them. The reporter had seen professional actors before, met CEOs and geniuses, but none of them had anything as deeply penetrating and quietly assessing as that gaze. It was the look of a man who knew what he want and was determined to get it...and she knew that it wasn't her mother's influence that made her pussy suddenly wet.

Like it did every time she met Bruce Wayne, the billionaire owner of Wayne Industries, or WayneTech, whatever it was these days.

"Please do!" Lucy Lane said.

He smiled, and sat. As if on cue, a waitress arrived...carrying a bottle of champagne that was far too nice for this bar. Lois only caught the words Grand cru on the label.

The pop of the cork shook her to the core. People were staring, but Lois felt a smile on her lips. This man had Ella Lane's complete attention.

"You're looking lovely this evening, Lois," he said. "Is this your sister Lucy?"

"Yes," Lois heard her voice say, and reached over to give Lucy a hug. The blonde smiled as the waitress poured the bubbly. "Lucy, this is Bruce Wayne, billionaire industrialist, philanthropist...and playboy."

Bruce extended his hand. Lucy took it, and he brought it up to his lips, pressing them gently against her third knuckle.

"Charmed!" He said, and he said it with real sincerity.

"What brings you to Metropolis?" Ella asked, moving her daughter's lips and throat. Lois wasn't sure where this was going...she had never seen Bruce like this. He wasn't schmoozing or flirting exactly...but it felt like he was in the middle of negotiating a deal.

"Do I need an excuse to come see you?" he deflected smoothly.

The wine was poured. He raised his glass in toast, and Lois and Lucy followed suit.

"To new friends, and new experiences," he said. Lois had never seen him smile like that. It made her suspicious. But Ella made her daughter clink her glass, and tipped it back to sip the expensive champagne. Dry and bubbly, with that faintest aftertaste of yeast. The kind of thing Lois could drink by the gallon, if she wasn't careful. Lucy, with far less experience with such wines, was obviously delighted.

"In truth, I was just finishing up a bit of business and...I wanted some company," Bruce said, setting his wine down.

"Lois is good company," Lucy said, giving her sister an elbow. "Although I think she needs a man in her life."

"You're one to talk," Lois shot back, her mother returning the ribbing. "I don't see you with a husband or a baby."

Bruce Wayne set his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers.

"Maybe I could help you with that," he said...and it was as if the bubbly had suddenly gone flat. Bruce had both of the women's attention. He had that way about him, that magnetism.

"As you know, I have several adopted children. But as of this moment, the Wayne bloodline currently ends with me," his eyes flickered from one woman to another. "I was...hoping to change that."

"Oh," Ella said with her daughter's voice. Lois Lane wanted to rail against her mother, but instead she felt her eyelashes flutter and her voice go sultry. "And how can we help you with that, Bruce?"

Lucy sipped her champagne, letting her big sister take the lead. Lois Lane had a bad feeling about that.