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Lois Lane had a habit of doing reckless things to get a good story. Throwing herself off a roof so Superman would catch her was probably one of the more reckless things she’d done in her twenty five or so years of life, though. In her defence, he was pretty much impossible to get a hold of, so she didn’t really have a choice. It wasn’t as though he had a phone number she could call or a secretary who she could arrange an interview through.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Lois had always liked a little bit of a thrill, anyway.
There was a moment where she thought Superman might not have heard her call for him. Then, she saw that streak of red and blue coming towards her, and Superman caught her in mid-air, bringing her to a sudden stop. Lois clung to the front of his suit, hands tangled in the symbol on his chest.
“Superman.” She was a little out of breath, trying to reach for her recorder without tumbling out of Superman's firm arms. “I’m Lois Lane.”
“I know who you are, Ms. Lane,” Superman said lightly. “I read your article in the Daily Planet.”
Lois was pretty sure the shock was clear on her face. “You read the Daily Planet?”
“Metropolis is my city,” Superman pointed out. “Reputable information can be hard to find. I trust the Daily Planet to report the truth.”
Even though he was complimenting the Daily Planet, it felt like Superman was complimenting her. Lois blushed a little. She’d always been easily embarrassed by compliments.
“Have you ever thought about doing an interview?” Lois asked, as Superman carried her back to the roof. She had never felt so safe, despite the dangerous nature of her position, a dizzying drop below her. “People want to know more about you.”
“There’s a reason I keep so much private,” Superman said. “When you’re someone like me… it helps to keep secrets.”
Lois was never the sort of woman to back down. People at her high school used to compare her to an overeager puppy; once she had her teeth on something, she wouldn’t let it go. “I wouldn’t ask anything you wouldn’t be comfortable sharing. You’d be able to strike anything you want from the record. Or you could approve of the questions before the interview?”
Superman hovered a few feet from the edge of the rooftop, his cape fluttering in the wind. Framed by the setting sun, he was cast in a brilliant golden light. He hesitated, for just a moment.
What a thought… she had made the Man of Steel hesitate .
“... I’ll give it some consideration, Ms. Lane,” he said at last, casting her a tiny smile. “Please, make your way home before it gets dark.”
Before Lois could say anything in reply, Superman flew away, leaving her standing on the rooftop alone. Lois sighed.
Was she ever getting that interview?
A few days later, Lois managed to spill coffee all over her best shirt and had to run home to get changed before she was late to work. She was in the middle of wrenching the shirt over her head, trying to avoid making the stain worse, when she caught sight of her back in the mirror.
There was a mark.
A soulmark.
On her back.
It was a beautiful, bright golden colour, almost radiant. The longer she looked at it, the more enthralled she became. There was only one man in Metropolis who could leave a soulmark like that…
… oh, God.
Oh, no.
No, no, no!
Lois grabbed a clean shirt and quickly pulled it over her head, pacing back and forth, not even caring that she was going to be late to work.
It couldn’t be him.
It couldn’t.
Lois wracked her brain, trying to think of anyone else it could have been. Any person who she might have brushed up against or who might have pushed past her on the busy streets of Metropolis.
Nothing. She had nothing.
All she could think about was Superman’s strong hands, supporting her weight, spread out wide across her back. The way he’d lowered her down carefully until her feet touched the rooftop. That little smile he’d flashed her before he flew away.
Her soulmate was Superman . What was she supposed to do about that? She couldn’t even get an interview with the guy! She couldn’t exactly go throwing herself off a roof again to get his attention.
No. She needed a plan. She had to find a way to track Superman down, and she knew exactly who to call.
“Clark? Are you free after work today?”
It had been almost two weeks, and Lois was no closer to figuring out who Superman was. Every time she thought she was getting closer, she and Clark found another clue that changed everything. As time went on, it became increasingly obvious that they were going nowhere, and fast .
Lois was pacing back and forth, pausing every now and then to scrutinise the cork board they’d pinned all their clues on, drawing connections between them using red string and pins.
“Why does this matter so much to you?” Clark asked, chewing on the end of his pen. He always ended up with ink stains around his mouth when he did that. Lois thought it was cute. “Knowing who Superman is, I mean.”
Lois paused, turning to look at him. “Promise you can keep a secret?”
Clark furrowed his eyebrows. “You know I can.”
“He’s my soulmate,” Lois sighed, flopping down into her chair. “My soulmark showed up when he rescued me. Trust fate to stick me with the most mysterious, unknowable man in Metropolis. Maybe it knows I like a challenge…”
Clark’s expression was pensive. “Do you… think he’s worth the challenge?”
That caught Lois’ attention. “What do you mean?”
“Is it really worth it?” Clark said. “Loving someone like Superman… it wouldn’t be easy.”
Lois thought it over. “I think love is always worth it, in the end. Even if it's not easy. The right person will make it worth it, you know?”
Clark managed the tiniest smile. “I never would have guessed you were a romantic, Lois.”
Lois blushed a little. “Well.. it’s nice to believe in something, isn’t it?”
That made Clark pause. “I suppose it is…”
Later that week, Superman surprised Lois, hovering at her window, next to her desk. He told her that they needed to talk, and she agreed to meet him on the Daily Planet’s rooftop later that day. Now that she was getting closer to the very conversation she’d be anticipating for weeks, Lois found herself growing… nervous.
Luckily, Superman seemed to notice those nerves, a reassuring little smile on his face. “Good afternoon, Ms. Lane. I’m sure you have some idea of why I need to talk to you.”
“Do you still want that interview?” Lois quipped.
Superman’s expression grew soft. “If you still want to interview me, after all of this, I will allow you.”
“After… all of this?”
“I know how much you value honesty, so I will be candid.” Superman pressed a hand to the symbol on his chest. “The night I saved you, I noticed a soulmark had appeared on my chest. I was not going to inform you of this. I hoped you would assume your bond to be with someone else.
“Why would you do something like that?”
“Ms. Lane… I am not an easy man to love. Being with me would make you a target for all sorts of heinous plans. We would have to keep our relationship private, spending most of our time together in my civilian identity.”
“... you have a civilian identity?” Lois gasped. She hadn’t even considered that as a possibility. “I don’t understand.”
“I can’t stay here much longer,” Superman said. “Find me. You’re a brilliant woman, and I know you can do it.”
“I don’t even know who you are!” Lois shouted. Superman had never felt so far away and untouchable.
“You’ll find me,” Superman reiterated. “I promise. You’ll find me, and this will all make sense.”
With that, he flew away, leaving Lois alone once more.
Lois called in sick to work the following day. She wouldn’t have been able to focus on her work, anyway. She kept turning over Superman’s words, trying to find the angle where everything would make sense.
A knock on her front door distracted her. “Lois? I’ve brought you lunch, since you’re not feeling well.”
Lois got out of bed to unlock her front door, letting Clark into her apartment. He was carrying an armful of plastic takeaway bags. “You like Indonesian food, right?”
At that moment, Lois could have kissed him.
… that was an odd thought, wasn’t it?
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” Lois asked.
“Shouldn’t you ?” Clark countered. “Perry told me you were off sick, so I figured you might appreciate lunch. Officially, I’m on my lunch break for another… forty-five minutes.”
“And you’re here visiting me?” Lois scoffed. Secretly, she thought it was sweet. Clark really cared about her. It probably would have been easier if Clark was her soulmate, instead of Superman. “You’ll be cutting it a bit fine…”
“You know I’m fast,” Clark chuckled. “Come on, help me get this dished up.”
She and Clark were in the middle of unpacking the takeaway he brought, when Lois noticed something. Maybe it was because she’d been thinking about Superman, but…
Clark sort of looked like Superman, didn’t he?
He was around the same height, around the same build. They both had dark hair with the slightest curl to it, though where Clark brushed his within an inch of its life, Superman kept the shape of his natural curls. They even shared the same sky-blue eyes. When you looked at them, it was like looking right through them, at a patch of the sky behind them.
Lois wasn’t entirely sure why she did it. Maybe it was just latent curiosity. Maybe it was something more…?
She reached over and took Clark’s glasses right off his face. In an instant, the illusion was shattered.
Clark Kent was Superman.
Superman was Clark Kent.
“You figured it out,” Clark said simply. “I knew you would.”
Flattery would only get Clark so far. “Why didn’t you just tell me ?”
“I wasn’t sure if you liked me or if you liked the idea of Superman,” Clark admitted. “I figured, if you only had eyes for Superman… it would be kinder for us both if I didn’t tell you.”
Lois hated how much sense that made. “Well, good for you that I like Superman and Clark Kent. You’re on thin fucking ice for this stunt, though.”
“That’s fair,” Clark said. “Anything I can do to make it up to you?”
“... can you tell me what colour my soulmark ended up being?” Lois asked.
“Purple,” Clark replied. “It’s on my chest, right where the Superman symbol would be.”
“Makes sense. I remember holding you there.”
“Do you… want to see?”
“Absolutely, yes I do!” Lois said, grabbing Clark by his tie and kissing him on the lips. Clark practically melted into the kiss.
Cute .
Lois stumbled out of her bedroom an hour or so later, with messy hair and wearing Clark’s shirt - sue her, it was big and comfortable, and stealing your soulmate’s shirt just made sense.
She noticed Clark’s phone, resting on the table with the Indonesian food they’d abandoned. Picking it up, she noticed that Clark had sixteen missed calls from Perry.
… whoops?
Clark had been incredibly bashful as he frantically explained to Perry he had something… personal come up. Lois had to cover her mouth to keep herself from giggling. Clark apologised over and over again, promising Perry he’d be back at the Daily Planet in less than five minutes, while trying to pull on his trousers and looking for his shirt, not realising that Lois was wearing it.
“Absolutely, sir. I’m on my way!” Clark said, in between hissing for Lois to give him his shirt back. Lois did eventually comply, not wanting to get Clark into trouble with their boss. Clark tried to do up his tie four different times before Lois decided to do it for him, punctuating the gesture with a little peck on the lips.
Clark groaned. “Are you trying to get me going again?”
“I don’t know… is it working?”
“You, Ms. Lane, are a terrible influence.”
Lois stuck out her tongue. “And you love me for it!”
“I do,” Clark said, his voice terribly fond. The sudden switch made Lois’ cheeks pink with embarrassment, but she couldn’t help smiling back at him. “I’m lucky you love me, Lois.”
“You are such a terrible flirt!”
Lois had to put her foot down and shove him out the door before they ended up doing something else and making Clark even more late back to work than he already was.
Night had settled over Gotham. Batman watched over his city, silent and unmoving. There was a certain peace to be found in these moments, when he was alone with his thoughts. Gotham was comfortable. Familiar. Like an old friend he couldn’t get rid of. A friend who was deeply troubled, but beloved all the same.
Bruce would do anything for his city. He had always been that sort of man; one who would do anything for someone he loved. It was both his best trait and his most fatal flaw.
The quiet stillness was broken by the ear-splitting sound of alarms blaring, followed by the sound of glass shattering.
Catwoman.
The mysterious thief had appeared out of nowhere several months ago, and had proved herself to be particularly troublesome. No matter what he did, she always found a way to get away. She seemed to enjoy toying with him, as well; nothing amused her more than watching him grow increasingly frustrated as she batted him across rooftops and made him chase her halfway across the city.
He’d never managed to catch her.
That changed today.
Batman moved quickly, following Catwoman as she dipped across rooftops and through alleyways. Finally, she paused to look at her spoils, removing a single latex glove to hold a jewel up to the moonlight.
Batman shoved her up against a nearby wall. “It's over, Catwoman. Return the stolen property.”
Scoffing, she purred, “I don’t think so…”
“What?” Her bravado surprised Batman; after all, he had her cornered. Where could she possibly run? He-
Catwoman kissed him.
Batman’s eyes widened, startled by the sudden sensation, and Catwoman used that opportunity to switch their positions, pushing Batman against the wall with an ungloved hand to his chest. Batman felt the burn of something unfamiliar. He couldn’t put a name to the feeling. It floored him. Left him speechless.
Had she drugged him? What was wrong with him?
Pausing, Catwoman stepped back. “Hmm… that’s not the reaction I usually get. You’re an interesting one, aren’t you?”
Batman felt frozen. He couldn’t find the words he wanted.
Catwoman grabbed the bag of stolen jewels. “Alright, Bats. I gotta get going, but I’ll see you around. We can play our little game of Cat and Mouse another time. How’s that sound?”
“You can’t just–”
Catwoman leapt off the roof, disappearing.
“– leave.”
So much for catching her…
As Bruce made his way back to the Cave, shedding the Batsuit and stepping into the shower, he noticed a silver mark had appeared on his chest. Right where Catwoman had touched him.
He rested his forehead against the glass shower door.
Fuck.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
At least Catwoman didn’t know. He couldn’t let this get in the way of his mission.
He had to stay in control. He couldn’t afford to fly off the handle. He was capable of being calm and reasonable about this.
Anything for the sake of his mission.
The next time he met Catwoman, he kissed her .
Or, rather, Bruce Wayne kissed Selina Kyle.
In his defence, he didn’t go into the gala with the intention of kissing anyone. He had planned for a run-of-the-mill social event; entertaining socialites, tolerating gossip and drinking a little too much champagne.
Then, he saw Selina Kyle, and all those plans went right out the window. She was effortlessly beautiful, commanding the attention of every person in the room with ease. When she turned her attention to Bruce, he was stunned.
What could a woman like her want from a man like him?
Other than his money, of course.
When Selina grabbed Bruce’s tie, pulling him away from the rest of the gala, Bruce followed. Selina was beautiful. There couldn’t be any harm in entertaining her curiosity.
“Is there something I can do for you, Ms. Kyle?” Bruce asked, his voice low and smooth.
Selina smirked. “Take off the gloves,” she whispered. “Trust me.”
Bruce froze.
As Bruce Wayne, he wore a pair of smooth, shiny leather gloves, which he almost never removed. Wearing gloves at social functions to prevent the accidental discovery of soulbonds was old-fashioned, something that began as a way to prevent people from calling off advantageous engagements to run away with their soulmates. If anyone asked, Bruce claimed he was wearing gloves because he was ‘too young and handsome to settle down just yet’.
“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ms. Kyle,” Bruce murmured, backing away.
“I promised we’d continue our game, didn’t I?” Selina replied. “I have a feeling you’ve been thinking of me.”
Fittingly for the world’s greatest detective, all the pieces came together at once.
“How did you know?”
“I had a hunch,” Selina replied. “I felt something when we kissed. It was different… I know you felt it too. As for how I figured out it was you … all of those gadgets must cost a pretty penny.”
“And I confirmed your suspicions when I reacted with surprise,” Bruce concluded.
“Pretty much. I’m not going to tell anyone, though. You don’t have to worry about that. I like our little games of Cat and Mouse far too much.”
Bruce had promised himself that he wouldn’t let any soulmates affect his mission, but with the way Selina was talking… it sounded like he wouldn’t have to.
“I won’t stop chasing you,” Bruce said. “Not as long as you steal from others.”
Selina laughed, breathless and light. “I should hope not.”
The pair shared a kiss, and Bruce’s bare hands, placed on Selina’s shoulders, only confirmed the bond they shared.
Soon after, the Justice League was formed.
If Bruce noticed that Superman and Clark Kent had the same purple marks on their chest, he didn't say anything.
If Clark realised that Batman and Bruce Wayne had the same silver mark, he kept it to himself.
Trust Lex Luthor to host the most ostentatious charity gala imaginable in an attempt to convince the general public to forget his unethical and dangerous business practices. Every day that man didn’t spend in prison for life was a crime against society, in Lois’ opinion.
At least there was free booze. She went up to the bar, flashing her ID to the bartender and got a Manhattan. While she knew it was a negligible amount of money for someone like Luthor, the spiteful part of her delighted at the idea of costing him money.
Then, some jerk just had to come up to the bar to ruin her night, tossing out his credit card as if it would impress her. “You can put the lady’s drink on my tab,” the man said. “And get me a whiskey, thanks.”
“It’s an open bar,” Lois grumbled. “You really didn’t need to do that.”
The man smiled, and it was pretty fucking telling that she didn’t recognise him until that smile appeared on his face. “I’m aware, Ms. Lane,” Mr. Wayne said. “I’m about to cost Mr. Luthor a sizable sum of money, if this lawsuit we’re levying against his company goes through. It feels wrong to make him pay for our drinks too, don’t you think?”
Lois’ brain took a second to catch up. “You’re Bruce Wayne…”
“Yep… and you’re Lois Lane.”
That was a bigger surprise than Bruce Wayne being here. “You know my name?”
“I’ve read all your pieces about Superman. Real stellar journalism.” Mr. Wayne took his whiskey when the bartender offered it to him. “I thought about buying The Daily Planet because of you, but I couldn’t justify it.”
Was it odd that Lois felt flattered? “Too expensive?”
Mr. Wayne laughed. “Not at all. I just didn’t fancy the commute.”
Lois hid her laugh with a sip of her drink. Who knew Mr. Wayne could be funny…?
“Are you here with someone?” Mr. Wayne asked, sipping at his whiskey.
“Yes, my soulmate,” Lois said, putting as much meaning as she could behind the statement.
Mr. Wayne seemed to catch onto what she was saying. “What a coincidence… I’m here with mine as well. Though we do have an… arrangement, of sorts.”
Lois blinked.
Was Bruce Wayne trying to proposition her for a threesome?
… why was she considering it?
“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Lois said. “Clark and I… we haven’t talked about anything like that. I wouldn’t want to spring something like that on him without prior notice, especially since we’re both working tonight.”
Mr. Wayne managed a smile. Though he seemed disappointed, he took the rejection as well as he could be expected to. “That’s completely alright, Ms. Lane. I wouldn’t want you to do something you or your soulmate might regret tomorrow. I hope this conversation hasn’t changed your view of me, though…”
Lois shook her head. “I've been hit on by worse men.”
“I fear the bar may be… a little low.”
“Oh, on the floor ,” Lois laughed. “Some men still find a way to limbo underneath, though…”
“Not Clark, though?” Mr. Wayne said.
Lois smiled, taking another sip of her drink. “No, not Clark. He’s always been the type to go above and beyond. It’s something I admire about him.”
“I’m glad,” Mr. Wayne said. “Truly. I hope you and your soulmate have a nice night.”
“You too, Mr. Wayne.”
As Mr. Wayne turned to leave, he rested his hand on Lois’ shoulder, as if wishing her well.
They were both startled as a navy blue mark appeared, precisely where Mr. Wayne had rested his hand.
Selina Kyle was a fascinating woman. Brash and confident, but with a softer side that she tried desperately to hide. Sometimes, when Clark met someone new, he was struck with the need to know more about them. Ms. Kyle definitely ignited that spark of curiosity within him.
“I’d love to hear more about how you and Mr. Wayne met,” Clark said, handing Ms. Kyle a glass of champagne which he had fetched from a waiter. “That must have been… quite the story.”
Ms. Kyle took the glass carefully, swirling the champagne around a little. “Oh, you know how it is…”
“I’m afraid I don’t.”
“Hmm…” Ms. Kyle fixed him with a look. “There’s a lot that Bruce holds back. When he allows himself to let go… he tends to let go. I like that about him. The passion that bubbles beneath the surface.”
“Still waters run deep,” Clark said, feeling as though he was gaining a deeper understanding of Mr. Wayne just from hearing Ms. Kyle speak about him. “He’s not nearly as vapid as he makes himself out to be…”
“No truer words have ever been spoken,” Ms. Kyle said. “Mr. Kent, was it?”
“That’s right. I’m a reporter with the Daily Planet.”
Ms. Kyle hummed, sipping at her drink. “Bruce thought about buying the Daily Planet, you know?”
“Is that so?” Clark couldn’t help but be curious about the inner workings of that man's mind. It often felt so… unknowable.
It reminded him of Batman, in a way.
“Are you and Mr. Wayne… happy together?” Clark asked. He’d just made eye contact with Lois across the crowded room, so maybe love was on his mind. “I-If that’s not too personal of a question!”
“I don’t mind the curiosity. We’re very happy, though there are a few… small things that aren’t perfect .”
“How so?”
“Well, Bruce can’t handle all of me,” Ms. Kyle said. “You look as though you might be able to, though…”
Shocked, Clark choked on his drink, spilling some onto his shirt. “E-Excuse me?”
Ms. Kyle looked a little disappointed. “Pardon me, Mr. Kent. I seem to have… misread your intentions.”
“Are you… does he know?”
“Of course. We’re happy together. That doesn’t mean we can’t… be with other people.” Ms. Kyle spoke lowly, as if sharing a secret. “It’s an open relationship.”
“Ah, I see.” Clark was still a little embarrassed. “I’m not judging, I promise. I was just a bit surprised, that’s all.”
“Your poor shirt,” Ms. Kyle said, dabbing at the fabric with a handkerchief as she completely changed the subject, resting her open hand on his chest. “We can get it dry cleaned for you, if you would like that.”
Clark blinked.
He was getting that strange feeling again. That burning sensation that could only mean one thing. There was only one way to know for sure.
He placed his hand on Ms. Kyle’s shoulder. A golden mark appeared.
Oh…
Clark’s eyes went wide. “I think… I think we could talk to your soulmate.”
Her own eyes widening, Ms. Kyle quickly agreed, abandoning her drink on a waiter's tray as she and Clark approached the bar where Bruce and Lois were talking.
Both Bruce and Selina attempted to reassure Lois and Clark, who were taking the news as well as they could be expected to, given the circumstances. If anyone noticed the reporters following Mr. Wayne and Ms. Kyle out of the gala, they didn’t make any comments about it.
Having Bruce Wayne in their apartment was so bizarre, Lois almost couldn’t believe it was happening.
If she thought too hard about the fact that he was one of her soulmates, she was going to have a nervous breakdown.
“We should talk about the elephant in the room,” Bruce said, sitting on the crappy couch Lois had bought at a yard sale and immediately ruined by spilling Chinese food on it. She couldn’t get the stain out, and had eventually just flipped over the cushion, spraying copious amounts of air freshener in the apartment to hide the smell. “Honestly is important in these situations.”
“Agreed,” Lois said. She liked honesty, though she wasn’t sure exactly what elephant Bruce was talking about.
Clark nodded. “Good idea.”
“Am I missing something?” Selina asked.
“Well… Bruce is Batman.”
Bruce froze. “Pardon?”
“... you’re Batman?” Clark repeated. “I noticed… your soulmark matches his. When we were in the showers together.”
Bruce’s head fell into his hands as he put the pieces together. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re Superman , aren’t you?”
“Yes? Was that not the elephant in the room?”
“No! The elephant in the room was the nature of our relationship!” Bruce exclaimed.
“World’s… Greatest… Detective…” Selina said under her breath, clearly amused.
Lois tried not to laugh, but failed. Clark was obviously flustered.
“Of course, this information doesn’t leave this room,” Bruce said. “Agreed?”
Lois nodded. “Agreed. I’m not interested in exposing information about Batman or Superman.”
“... or Catwoman,” Selina added.
“You’re Catwoman?” Lois was stunned, plain and simple. “I thought… Batman’s dating one of his rogues ?”
“I’m reformed!” Under her breath, Selina added, “Technically…”
“ Technically ?”
“I only steal from Bruce these days… and people who really don’t deserve whatever they have.”
“Like Lex Luthor?”
“Admittedly… when Bruce told me we’d be attending a gala hosted by him, I did consider it…”
“Mr. Luthor infamously has several weak-spots in his security,” Lois said. “Not that you’d ever exploit them, of course.”
Selina gave a cheshire cat’s smile. “Oh, do tell me more…”
“I have a feeling we’ve unleashed something dangerous,” Clark said. “Not that I’d be terribly upset if something were to happen to Luthor…”
“Agreed,” Bruce said. “That man makes all us billionaires look bad.”
“Billionaires look bad because they’re billionaires,” Selina scoffed. “No offense, baby.”
“None taken.”
The quartet stayed up late into the night, chatting and swapping stories. They got along so well, it was almost uncanny.
That came with being soulmates, after all.
The following night, Lex Corp was robbed of an assortment of useful (and very expensive) items. There were no traces of the thief, of course.
Lois seemed immensely smug when she arrived at work the morning after.
Batman and Superman walked away from a spar with golden and navy marks on their skin and satisfied smirks on both of their faces. Green Lantern rolled his eyes and made a face. Lucky bastards, rubbing their successful love-lives in everyone else's faces…
Lois secretly adored the shimmering silver mark she received from Selina. It was beautiful, reminding her of fine silver jewelry. Something valuable and delicate. It was around her wrist, forming a metaphorical bracelet she could gaze at longingly in the middle of a long work day.
When Selina saw the pretty shade of purple left on her arm by Lois - who had laughed at one of Selina’s jokes so hard she could hardly stand upright, leaning on Selina for support - she immediately commissioned a dozen dresses in the same colour, all in different styles.
Paid for with Bruce’s credit card, of course. He didn’t mind, though. He’d already bought several silk ties in silver, gold and purple, to go with the black suits he wore. Selina suggested he find a way to include the colours in his Batsuit, and Bruce considered it for a moment, before he realised that she was joking.
Years later, Bruce presented Clark, Selina and Lois with custom engagement rings. It was fashionable to include gemstones corresponding to the colour of your soulmate’s mark on engagement rings, but such a task was slightly tricky when you had four colours to represent in the ring.
They found a way, though. Each ring included four gems: an amethyst, a sapphire, a diamond and a topaz, held together on a fashionable wedding band.
Purple, navy, silver and gold had never looked so good together.