He wondered when Lois would come out of her undercover assignment as she had called their date and start to tell him what she really had thought of the evening.
No idea where exactly, but somewhere around here I remembered you mentioning this being the alternate version of the awards story.
Clark searched his mind for something trivial to say. He lifted up his award. “It’s smaller than I thought.”
“Not quite as shiny, close-up.” Lois nodded, glancing at the award
/Imagines Lois saying something similar once she has Superman in a…compromising position/
“Okay, Lois, you’re taking this joke too far,” Clark finally said after the initial tingling sensation faded.
Oh, Clark!
“Enough?”
Lois focused on the keys in her hand, not looking him in the eye. “I’m not her, am I?”
Oh boy.
“Why can’t I be that woman? Why, Clark? Why can’t you love me?”
/imagines Clark saying the same thing about Superman/
The one who would have stolen my dessert while I was making my acceptance speech and then claimed I had eaten it myself beforehand.
Michael
