Actually, it was downright strange to realize that it was Superman she stole fries from at lunch, Superman's pens that she borrowed and never returned, Superman whom she had goaded into spending fifteen hundred dollars to fly to Las Vegas. It was Superman who was slowly bleeding to death in front of her.
I love this. It reminds me of how Lois thinks about how they are different -- and the same -- in my story after she finds out.
I love how she was willing to let him help her, and how she didn't kill him for lying to her. I don't think being shot would stop Mad Dog Lane if she was on the prowl.
I am excited to see what's next!
