“I’ve always been such a good judge of character,” Lois wailed to Perry.
Clark stiffened as her words twisted the knife she’d plunged into his heart, slamming him back to the reality of their situation. Such a good judge of character. Such a good judge that she’d refused to listen to Clark when he’d warned her about Luthor. Such a good judge that she would trust Luthor’s word over his. Such a good judge that she would love Superman even if he were “an ordinary man living an ordinary life.”
“Oh, Lois,” Clark murmured. She never could be wrong. He knew she was far from as confident as she portrayed herself. She was obviously hurting and a part of him longed to sweep her up into his arms and shelter her from the pain he knew she was feeling. Normally, he would have been able to push his emotions aside and do just that. However, the fact that she hadn’t married Luthor didn’t change his own personal hell: half of him her “god in a cape” that she was “so completely in love with” and half of him the hack from Nowheresville that she “just didn’t feel that way about.” They’d saved her from Luthor, but he had no idea what to do next.
“Where’s Clark?” she cried.
Clark stayed where he was.
“We’re not sure, honey. We haven’t seen him in two days,” Perry said somberly, pulling Lois into a hug.
The crowd gasped and pointed up. Clark couldn’t see anything from where he stood.
“Lex! No!” Lois cried.
Luthor must be in trouble. Clark tried to lift off, but his body was as weighted as his heart.
Lois hid her face against Perry. Luthor’s body thumped to the concrete.
It was over.
