Lois has never been so fascinted in her entire life. The Wayne Manor stood in front of her like a magnificient old castle, surprisingly charming to look at. The lawn was neatly mowed and beautiful flowers of different kinds adored the side of the pathway that lead upto the manor. It was really whelming to look at.

She had heard that the Wayne guy only keeps one butler. But the house seemed a little too large for one guy to handle. She was terrified by the fact that a single guy lives there. All by himself in an enormously large house. It would be so lonely.

As she walked up the staircase leading to the manor, watching around in awe, she noticed Clark being unusually calm. She still felt bad. He must be putting his heart and soul into staying calm right now.

She couldn't quiet understand. For a guy who had just had a fall out, Bruce actually didn't refuse to give an interview. Moreover, he actually invited them to his home, saying that the Wayne tower was under maintenance.

As Lois' train of thoughts went on, she found herself in front of the door. She eyed Clark and gave him a reassuring smile.

They rang the door bell and soon, a British gentleman answered the door and welcomed them in. "Please, I'll let Master Wayne know of your arrival" The old butler said in a generous tone and left the two journalist all by themselves.

"Gosh, this place is huge!" Lois murmured and Clark hummed in agreement.

Lois' eyes lingered on Clark's face as a voice inside her head kept screaming at her for acting so foolishly.

She should have asked Clark before she planned out everything...

In no time, The British butler appeared again and asked them to follow him, which they obeyed.

As they made their way up the long stair ways and halls, Clark noticed a number of huge portraits adoring the wall.

Most of them were those of Bruce's parents and Bruce himself at a young age. Clark couldn't help but notice that though Bruce was a spitting image of his father, his eyes held a softer, gentler expression which was similar to those in his mother's eyes. Those blue hues were warm.

What a pity that his personality doesn't match his looks....

Clark was shaken out of his thoughts when he found himself stopping infront of a big wooden door.

The butler pushed the door open and stepped aside for them to get in.

A familiar, strong scent rushed into Clark's nostrils, making his throat go dry. He felt as if someone put a snow ball in the pit of his stomach.

He looked ahead and saw Bruce Wayne, the elegant figure as he is, sitting behind his table, working on his laptop. On the presence of his guests, Bruce looked up.

Upon seeing Clark, his face made a slight frown, but quickly covered it up with his famous, flashy smile. It made Clark weak in the knees. He felt as if he would fall if he even tried to take another step forward.

That Bastard...