Justice League

Chloe was about to come out with some of her usual sharp-tongued snark as that comment came out, but held it back, simple giving him the mock evil eye as she chuckled along with him, casting away the slightly dirty meaning she got out of it after spending too much time with Lois. ‘Get your mind out of the goddamn gutter, Sullivan!’ she thought to herself, looking up to where he was leading her.

“A bathroom? You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said flatly, laughing and shaking her head. Typical Kent. Find somewhere private and secluded, even if it’s where your dead ex-girlfriend used to take a bath. When she thought of what Lois would say if she and Oliver came in here looking to…be alone, she smirked to herself, wiping it from her face as Clark held the door open for her, stepping inside.

She stood against the pristine white-tiled wall of the late Lana Luthor’s bathroom, listening to Clark’s stutter-filled speech with an eyebrow arched curiously, a wry smirk quirking one side of her mouth up at the mention of her many slightly less than subtle hints during their freshman-sophomore years of High School. She had given up in Senior year, because he was so happy on the football team. She had wanted him to be happy over anything else.

So she had been right. He had taken in and used her advice she’d once given him about being a mild mannered reporter by day, defender of Metropolis by night. And not only was he one of them. He was THE one of them. The leader of the Justice League…with Green Arrow, Aquaman, Flash, Cyborg, Wonder Woman and others.

“I should have known…” she whispered, more to herself than Clark, as she reached out a small hand and traced the ‘S’ on his chest reverently, her mind adjusting to the fact that her best friend saved hundreds of lives every day. She looked up, suddenly beaming. “I’m so proud of you Clark…” she whispered, throwing her arms around him and hugging tight.