Les and Mr. Byrne stared blankly at her. After several moments, she began to feel uncomfortable. Not for the first time, she wondered if this wouldn't turn out to be a horrible, horrible mistake.
Because they’d fire her or because they’d have her committed?
Lois gaped at them. “What?!”
Well…it *is*!
“Well, let's be serious here,” Mr. Byrne continued. “You expect us to believe that *Superman*”—he emphasized the name—“was really just an 'ordinary, Kansas farm boy' who just *happened* to also be the most powerful man on the planet?
Lois could have Charlotte come back her and stick her gran-gran-daughter with a big knife?
, and—and *farm* things!”
LOIS:
I’m not a *farm*.
“They. Are. Not. Aliens,” Lois grit out through her teeth.
They’re naturally born citizens?
“What if we went with something a little bit more believable?” Les offered,
Like Lex Luthor being Superman?
“We could imply that he was that rich guy—what was his name—Bruce Wayne!
Some half-baked yarn about Clark Kent and Superman being the same person isn't going to—”
But they spin yarn all the time in historical fiction.
“Whoever that is, you'd better be bringing my aspirin or I will rip off that door and beat you with it!” he shouted.
“It's me,” came Charlotte's voice from the other side of the door.
So much for protecting his little kitten.
“I know what you're up to, Grams,” said Charlotte. “I came back while you were telling them about great-grandpa Clark going through the New Kryptonians' tests.”
Oops?
LOIS: Oops?
CHARLOTTE: *Oops*?
Les' forehead crinkled, while Mr. Byrne's expression went completely blank.
Lois chuckled nervously. “Um, I really have *no* idea—” she began.
“Come in,” Les interrupted.
They do realize that Lois and Charlotte could have set that up, right?
When Jordan told me about the argument and your sudden change of heart, I started to smell fish.
Pregnant again?
CHARLOTTE: Excuse *me*! I *am* a Lane.
Charlotte grinned. “Wow, you must have already spent too much time with Gramps,”
CLARK:
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Charlotte's jaw dropped. “Grams, do you really think we'd just turn on each other like that, especially in a real crisis?!”
They *are* Kryptonians. And Lois *did* already watch them do that.
“My job,” Charlotte replied. She turned to the two men sitting slack-jawed on the other side of the table. “Gentlemen, shall we make a movie?”
Also, she could always say it was Les’ idea?
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