Entry tags:

!complete, !partner thread, clark kent (superman), david xanatos

Who: Clark and Xanatos
What: Clark comes to visit his cousin
When: Early September
Where: Xanatos Enterprises
Rating/Warning: Low/none
Status: Complete | Partner Thread


Clark was still reeling slightly from the dream that he'd had. Talking to his cousin had led him to believe interesting things. They were not of this Earth, they were from somewhere called Krypton. It was weird to even think about how Kara should've been older than him, as well. He was just glad that his little brother hadn't had any dreams yet.

The elder Kent was a bit tired from work, but that didn't stop him from going off to visit Kara. Xanatos Enterprises looked like a decent enough building. Decent as in expensive looking too, but that didn't stop him from heading inside and up to the front desk. He hadn't exactly warned his cousin that he was going to be showing up.

"I'm here to see Kara Danvers," he tells the person behind the desk. If she wasn't available, that was fine. Even as he waits, he looks around at the expansive inside giving a nod. It seemed like a good enough place and he hoped that his cousin worked for someone decent, as well.

---

Xanatos may have been the CEO of a multinational corporation, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t try to have a hand in every level of his organization. The best way to have a strong, healthy business was to make sure that the cogs were oiled every step of the way, and if that meant sometimes checking in on the hospitality staff at the front door of his skyscraper.

He was there now, half-seated on the concierge desk, chatting casually with one of the front desk staff when someone came up and mentioned his own personal assistant. He gave the man an appraising look, taking in his appearance and the way he carried himself, and then stood.

“May I ask who you are? Is she expecting you?” he asked smoothly. His face was relatively well known, though not as well known as his name. If the man recognized him, then that was one thing, but it could be interesting to play the role of concierge for a little while.

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When he's addressed by someone who wasn't the person behind the desk, he turns slightly. Mainly taking in the man before him. He didn't know him from Adam or Eve. Probably didn't even know his name, if he was being honest. Kara didn't really talk about her work that much. Half the time he, himself, was working too.

"Clark Kent, her cousin," he tells the man before him. If the man knew who he was, that was fine. "And, no, she isn't expecting me." It wasn't a surprise, for either of them, to just randomly show up. Just like him randomly showing up and surprising his brother. Family could be pretty bad about things like that.

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“Ah,” Xanatos said, giving the man another once-over. He couldn’t notice any immediate family resemblance, but then, cousins didn’t always look like one another. “She’s Mr. Xanatos’ personal assistant, so she’ll likely be on the twenty-first floor right now. I could take you to her, if you’d like,” he offered, stepping out from behind the desk.

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There was something off about the guy who was talking to him. Though Clark couldn't exactly pinpoint what. Maybe it was the way that he held himself or maybe it was just his natural intuition. Something. He tries not to think too much about it. If he did then he'd get wary of this place and talk to his cousin. Not that he wouldn't talk to her to begin with. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it," he tells him with a bit of a smile.

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“Of course,” Xanatos said, heading toward the elevator. Once inside, he swiped his card before pressing the button for the top floor. The general public had access to half the building, though only Xanatos Enterprises’ employees had access to the upper ten levels.

“So, has Kara talked much about working here? I’ve heard working directly under Mr. Xanatos can be trying,” he said. Not that Xanatos had heard any of that directly, but he was interested to hear what - if anything - Kara said about her work at home.

---

He follows Xanatos and lets himself take in the area around him. The place was pretty expansive and that was only the bottom floor. Even the elevator seemed to be decently sized. With a name like that and how the building looked, he wasn't surprised.

"My cousin actually doesn't talk about work at home," he tells him. "We both tend to keep work talk at work and out of our home lives." They needed to be able to separate the two things, after all.

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“Yes, work-life balance is very important,” Xanatos agreed. Xanatos’ work-life balance tended to be skewed about 95:5 work:life, but it was important he take that 5% every now and then to stop and enjoy the flowers.

“And what do you do, if you don’t mind my asking?” Xanatos asked.

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"That's something that I will gladly agree with," Clark states with a bit of a smile. Balancing work-life was something that needed to be done by everyone. It was a balance that was needed. That was one of the reasons why he headed out with his friends. Spent time with them. Keeping his mind off of work.

"I'm a fireman and work truck at the local fire department."

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“A fireman, huh?” Xanatos asked. “We could have used you here last month. Someone thought it would be a good idea to light our roof on fire.” Given that that someone had been a cyborg under Darkseid’s control, didn’t hold it against them. He had been relieved to come back the next day to discover that the damage had been undone.

The elevator rolled smoothly to a stop at the top of the building, and his secretary smiled at him when he stepped out of it. “Good afternoon, Mr. Xanatos,” she said cheerily, before he had a chance to silence her. He glanced at Clark from the corner of his eye to see his reaction.

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"Yes, a fireman," he reiterates, frowning at the mention of the roof being on fire. The things that had happened in the city were beyond a few people. It was just last month that one of his closest friends had died and come back. To the point that he'd had to take him out of the city. Do what he could to get him back in the game.

He stepped out after the man and raises a brow, giving a half smile at the greeting," I knew you weren't someone who just sat behind the desk all day."

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Xanatos smiled impishly. “Well, I tried,” he said, cheerfully enough now that his cover had been blown. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Clark Kent,” he said, offering his hand. “Kara should just be getting some work done in my office,” he said, gesturing toward the double doors on the other end of the room. “I should be getting back to my rounds. No rest for the wicked, as they say.”

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"It was a valiant effort," Clark says with a slight laugh. Honestly? It had been how Xanatos had held himself. Someone who worked behind a desk didn't hold themselves like that. There had also, just like his own boss, been an air of authority to him. Whether the other saw that or not. "Thank you. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Xanatos."