No Lois. Bad enough he’d already singled her out by taking her to the cruise ship--he didn’t fool himself that word wouldn’t eventually get out about that no matter what they made Luthor believe today--but for him to do anything but give her the interviews he’d given her before would be dangerous in the extreme. There would be no partnering up on investigations, no desks side by side in a newsroom, no lunches taken together, no late night stakeouts, and the Daily Planet hadn’t been gone so long that a life absent of those things seemed normal.
But worse, worse than anything else, there would be no hope. No hope of romance in the future, of soft looks and shy touches and wondrous kisses. No hope of more friends or Kerth awards or casual relationships formed with coworkers or people he interviewed or neighbors in an apartment complex.
Ouch! Lois means so much to Clark that the separation is painful. Even with the DP gone they could make a life together, but to lose the Planet and Lois? It is more than he can bear.
But Clark was dead, and without Clark, Superman was only a blue suit and red cape now stained with so much blood it was too heavy to wear. The apartment was gone and so was the closet, and there was nothing left.
He slipped into an abyss with no end, and all dreams ceased.
I can actually see Lex cutting Clark face. The situation will get better! Right Anti-K?
