Lois pulled some kind of embroidered appliqué from her back pocket. "It was on the blanket my folks found me wrapped in when they discovered my space ship. I think if it was placed on the suit over your chest it would help draw attention away from your face. Less chance that people would recognize you."
"Why didn't you use it?"
"I'd already adopted my costume before I remembered it, and the colors would clash. Besides I wear a mask, and have enough problems with people staring at my chest as it is."
But wait a minute - Lois didn't cut her hair in this fic! (Or, considering the reversal, Clark didn't cut his hair!) Can this truly be a Tank fic?
