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How very diplomatic of you, Mr. Kent.

I- How do you know me, Mr. Wayne?

I make it my business.

To know cub reporters from the Daily Planet?

To know people of interest, Mr. Kent. People who interest me.

How could I possibly interest you?

I appreciate the evasiveness but frankly, for a reporter, your skills in the area are sorely lacking.

What do you know about my skills, Mr. Wayne?

Nothing that you haven't already displayed publicly. As a reporter.

I have only written smaller pieces, I don't understand why someone like you would be so interested in me.

Don't you?

No.

Why don't you explain that to me.

I don't see any reason to play coy, Mr. Kent. It's attractive on short blondes, not on you.

We've never met, Mr. Wayne, I don't understand what you are talking about.

~~Does that mean you know Chloe?~~

No, but I've read quite a bit about you in the paper. Your articles, of course.

Well. Bruce Wayne. Long time no see.

Ah, Oliver. I should be surprised that you'd come running to Mr. Kent's rescue but somehow, I'm not. You two are used to that from what I understand.

*And he's going to pause, let that one settle for a minute, give a long clearing of his throat.*

Especially considering some of Queen Industries more questionable business practices lately.

Tell me, how were the enchiladas and tequila shots? Mexico, so cliched these days.

Clark is a friend, yes.

*He arches an eyebrow.*

Questionable business practices?

It's been several months since I was last in Mexico. Try to keep up, old man.

Funny, there was a time when you wouldn't consider a reporter worth more than the soundbite you could funnel through them, much less a friend. Or a girlfriend, from what I understand?

Oh but it's such a good story. Remind me the name of the transvestite who insisted you spent the night with her and ran to the tabloids with it?

Things change, Bruce. And Lois is an ex-girlfriend turned good friend, actually.

I have no rightful clue what you're talking about.

Ah, yes, Ms. Lane. Now was this before, during or after she was spending time on Grant Gabriel's desk? Sorry, sorry, I meant in front of, not over. In front of Grant Gabriel's desk.

I'll forward you the articles.

It's not. But I've learned to read between the lines. You really have to these days, considering all the different things flying around, wouldn't you agree?

I'm sorry Mr. Wayne. I'm afraid I don't understand what you are talking about.

If you insist, Mr. Kent.