OOOooooo.... Thoughts abound on this one!
Here's my "off the cuff" idea for it...
Lois peered out the window in thought the movement of the curtains drew her gaze away from the romantic stars above. She gasped lightly at the shadow of a man floating almost effortlessly above the fire escape. She blinked her eyes and tried to rub the dust from them. When she opened her eyes again, however, the shadow was gone, as if he never existed.
Later: at the first reveal of the suit...
Lois stared at the man in front of her for a moment, trying to place where she might have seen him before. Finally it hit her.
"You," she breathed in shock, "you were the man who peered into my window a few days ago."
His eyes widened in shock, before he blushed slightly. He coughed for a moment, "I'm sorry for that Ms. Lane," he replied, but I thought I ought to see you home safe."
"I don't NEED a protector... you... you... whoever you are."
CLARK: No. I'm just worried I'm a jinx.
JONATHAN: A jinx?
CLARK: Yeah. Let's face it, ever since she's known me, Lois's been kidnapped, frozen, pushed off buildings, almost stabbed, poisoned, buried alive and who knows what else, and it's all because of me.
-"Contact" (You're not her jinx, you're her blessing.)
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