Oh? So, you going with the fall schedule?
Clark disembarked from the bus, grateful to be able to stand and walk again.
Why didn’t he fly? Also, finally home!
He stood on the sidewalk, taking in the sights and smells of the city.
Graffiti. Dog poo. People smoking at every corner. Cabs trying to run him over in a perpetual game of hit and run. A woman getting mugged and stuff in that back alley over there. Oh, and is that a bank robber locking his hostages inside the vault? And what’s with that guy wearing the white makeup and the red lipstick and green hair flicking a knife back and forth?
So, not Gotham City after all.
It had a welcoming heartbeat to it
Awwww Lois…
Perhaps, if he lived in Metropolis, he could get to know her.
I hear she’s ordering out a lot. Maybe if he took a job as a delivery boy for Fudge Castle?
He certainly planned on trying to land a job at the newspaper she worked for.
Janitor?
For two months he'd disappeared off the map, seeking refuge in the vast, uninhabited regions of Siberia.
Save one girl and get sent to the gulag.
He had allowed himself to interact with the person he had saved, instead of doing his best to be an invisible helper.
Hey, it could have been worse. At least he didn’t try to score with her afterwards.
But he still feared Trask somehow finding him out and hunting him down.
Nah, not unless he starts exposing himself in public.
Or worse, using Lois as a way to get to him.
He wouldn’t do that, would he?
it had weighed heavily on his mind that he had almost no contact with any people whatsoever.
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Paranoid had not even begun to describe how nervous he'd been about being seen.
He really should start seeing a shrink. I wonder if Dr. Friskin is married…
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