Loving the Man of Steel | Clark Kent

Chapter 2- The Saint

It had been a few days since the oil rig disaster, and most of the excitement had finally died down. I urged my brother to go back to work, hoping that maybe there could be some kind of return to normalcy for us. Though nothing had ever really gone back to normal since our parents had died.

Nevertheless, Monday came and I found myself sitting at my desk as the Gotham City National Bank manager. Today things were pretty quiet, but I was prepared for anything. The crime in Gotham had continued to get worse and all the other banks around us had already been held up. I knew it was only a matter of time before we got hit next.

It was nearly closing time when one of the bank tellers knocked on my open door.

"Rose?" she called softly. "I've got a gentleman who would like to cash a payroll check, but he doesn't have an account here," she informed me.

I mentally rolled my eyes but planted a fake smile on my face.

"Ok," I replied. "Send him in."

I heard her heels click as she walked down the short hallway and told the man to step down to my office.

"Miss Montgomery will see you now," she said. "First door on the right."

I mentally groaned and this time visibly rolled my eyes. All I wanted to do was go home, order some Chinese take out and soak in a hot tub. But now I'd probably be stuck here for an hour by some stupid-

"Ahem."

I looked up and instantly felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I freaked out silently in my head. I hadn't been talking outloud again, had I?

No-- no, I hadn't. So why was this attractive gentleman hesitating to walk in my door?

"Please, come in," I said gesturing to the chair on the other side of my desk.

He smiled down at me before taking a seat and I couldn't help but smile back. God he was gorgeous. As he stared at me, I noticed he the most beautiful blue eyes-- but I was sure I had seen them before.

"My name is Rose Montgomery," I smiled as I began my professional introduction. "How can I help you?"

"I have a check I was wondering if I could get cashed," he said, sliding it over to me.

The check was made out to a John Dole from the Bearing Sea King Crabbing Industry. It wasn't the first time we had cashed checks from the Sea King before, that part was legit, but John Dole? As in John Doe with an L? Had nobody else caught that?

"John Dole?" I crooked an eyebrow at him as I looked over the check I held in my hands.

"Uhm, yeah," he shuffled nervously in his chair.

"Do you have an account anywhere else in the city?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"What about any identification?" I asked. "Usually we need to see two forms."

His face fell as he again shook his head and looked down at the ground.

Maybe it was because he was extremely handsome, or maybe I had just lost my mind, but for whatever reason, I suddenly felt this overwhelming need to help this man.

Turning the check over, I signed it leaving space above my name for him to sign.

"I don't usually do this," I began cautiously, "but I'm going to help you out," I said.

Sliding his check back over, I pointed just above my name.

"I need you to sign here," I said. "You're going to give the check over to me and we'll cash it using my account."