OK, here's an oldie with a nice twist.
Clark's eyes widened in surprise. "I don't want you? I have never wanted anyone so much in my life!"
"Then why did you dump me?"
Clark sighed, "Quit saying that! I never dumped you, Lois, I just wanted to let you be free to date Dan if that is what you wanted to do."
"What do you want, Clark? Do you want me with someone else?"
"No!" Clark yelled. Then more softly, "It kills me a little, each time Dan is around you."
"Then why do you abandon me one minute and then shower me with gifts the next?"
"I thought you'd like the gifts I picked out."
"That's not the point." Lois said. "But, yes, I loved the cup."
"I could tell." Clark responded.
"I'm sorry about breaking it."
"Sorry that it broke, or sorry that you threw it at me?"
"Both."
"Lois," Clark said quietly. "I want you with me, but I can't guarantee that I will never run out on you ever again."
"Well," Lois sighed, "so it goes in the everyday life of a superhero."
"Right," Clark stopped. "What?"
Lois just smiled. "Clark Kent, I am only the best investigative journalist in the city. How long did you think you could keep this from me?"
"What from you?"
Lois reached up to Clark's shirt and unbuttoned the top two buttons revealing the familiar blue formfitting material. "Superman." Lois breathed.
Clark grabbed Lois's hand with his own and looked into her eyes. "How long have you known?"
"I don't really know, it was a gradual realization. Subconscious hints over time. The clincher was Diana Stride's expose' on you. Superman's appearance was...wrong somehow. Was it a hologram?"
Clark nodded, dumbfounded. "You know." He kept repeating that line over and over to himself. Lois knew. No more hiding, no more running away. "When were you going to tell me?" Clark asked.
"When was I going to tell YOU?" Lois countered. "You have a lot of nerve asking me that! Were you ever going to tell ME?"
Kathy
