As soon as the bathroom door shut behind Clark, Lois jumped out of bed. She pulled on his robe and started up the spiral staircase. Of course, this was the perfect place for him to hide anything about his past.
Except most of the stuff about his past is hidden back in the other dimension, so I doubt she will find anything useful.
What was she thinking? Nothing like Superman.
Oh, I was so hoping she would realize the truth.
Her jaw dropped. She knew that he spoke many languages, but he could read in them as well? She shook her head. Unless… they were just decoys. Maybe they weren’t really books, but had stuff hidden inside. She picked up a book and flipped through it.
Harrumph. It was a book.
Why would he put decoy books up in a loft where people would be unlikely to go?
his lava lamp. What was that doing up there?
He gave up any hope of making love by magma lamp light.
She tiptoed over to the edge of the loft and looked down at an emerald green towel clad Clark. She had hoped that his hair would be wet and rumpled, but he had already styled it. He hadn’t taken long in the bathroom at all.
Oh, I was hoping he would come up with it plastered down with water.
“Well, the bathroom is free, and I’m going to start changing, so unless you want to stand there and watch…”
He wouldn’t dare! She crossed her arms and called his bluff.
Now we see what happens.
With a shrug, Clark bent down and straightened the comforter covering his bed. Next, he went to his side table, removed a pair of briefs and some socks, and tossed them on the bed. Then he went to his armoire and removed a suit, shirt, and tie. She watched as he gave her one last glance, before he went to unfasten his towel from around his hips.
Now who will win this game of chicken.
Lois: Whatever happens I win.
Clark: How can you be sure.
Lois: If you back down, I win. If you take off the towel, I win. Anyway I win.
Clark: I should have known.
“Lois, Lex here,” drawled Luthor’s annoying voice.
What, I don't remember Luthor in this episode. You arn't supposed to sneak him in extra episodes. We protest.
We also would protest Lois scheduling a New Year's Eve activity with Luthor, but it is unclear what it is, so we will hold out on that.
“I’m sorry about that, Lex. Thanks for the offer, but I don’t need another protector at the moment. I’m fine. As for New Year’s Eve, everyone at the City Desk is helping cover New Year’s parties,” Clark heard Lois explain to Luthor, and felt better about heading out.
Well, this sounds slightly better. Still, I wish Clark would trust Lois more.
Then he had to check up on her while she was in the bathroom, in able to retrieve his uniform, from its secret compartment behind his armoire, without her observing him. It wasn’t an ogle.
Keep telling yourself that Clark. Also "the bathroom, in able to retrive his uniform" line i think is missing something. It does not make sense to me as is.
He had enjoyed their little game of one-up-manship that morning, and the fact that he had won. He was glad she caved. He would have stepped out of view before taking off his towel and putting on his briefs, but the last thing he wanted was to reveal to her that he was Superman by catching her falling from his loft because she had to crane to see him naked.
Oh, but that would be such a fun story.
Superman would save her true Clark, and she would no longer remember him, this other Clark, but he would always remember her.
Wait, since he knows that Lois remembers her life with true Clark, why does he assume she will not remember her life with him?
they could never have a relationship more than friendship.
What if he develops a new secret identity?
Moreover, it wasn’t fair to that Lois. Clark was in love with this Lois, he wanted this Lois, and he knew he would only see her when he looked at the Lois from his dimension.
I have to admit I hope Wells fails. I know I should not hope that. I know I should be rooting for him to save baby-Clark, but I can't.
He can’t imagine it making his nightmare life back in his home dimension any easier.
Now you are switching tenses on us.
One thing traveling to this dimension had taught him was that Lois Lane wasn’t interchangeable with any other Lois Lane. Their core personality traits might be the same, but in general, they were very different. They were each individuals, with different likes and dislikes, just as he wasn’t interchangeable with other Clarks.
How exactly has he learned this? This Lois seems very similar to canon-Lois. The differences seem more to her lack of exposure to Clark than anything else. This seems to be a conclusion built on ignorance.
“Shots fired at the Daily Planet. Any available unit in the area respond,” crackled a passing police radio.
Clark: Of course, when I leave they start a shootout there.
He didn’t like that Lois was ordering him about, telling Superman what to do, but perhaps he should defer to her this one time to save the rainforests and all.
Plus, he keeps ordering her. He needs to give an example of following orders if he ever wants them to work on her.
“Superman, wait!” Lois called, tossing the gun to Jimmy and chasing after Superman. She set a hand on his arm, stopping him outside the storage room door. “Could you do me a favor and not tell Clark?”
SM: That is impossible. I am Clark.
Superman raised a brow. That would be difficult promise to keep.
As in impossible.
“Well, whatever it is that he has that enables him to contact you on my behalf,” she said, stepping closer to him instead of away. “Clark worries about me. If he knew how close Trevino had gotten, he’d never forgive himself for leaving nor give me a moment’s peace again.”
Why is he still here when there is not time to take Trevino to 12th precinct?
“Well, Clark did go a bit overboard with this whole bodyguarding job,” Lois said with a slight shrug. “But no; on average, his attention is sweet. I like that he cares… that someone cares.”
“I care,” he whispered.
Clark needs to just tell her. He is constantly shooting himself in the foot trying to pretend to be two people and to get Lois to fall for the less powerful, less good, less amazing one of the two.
“Superman!” the foreman exclaimed, continuing in Portuguese. “The Jaguar is in the forest. He has sabotaged our equipment. We aren’t able to continue our job. You must capture him. He is a pest that has bothered us since we have arrived.”
Clark wondered how one wildcat could sabotage such a large operation.
My guess is "the Jaguar" is not a cat but a super-being of some sort. The capitalization seems to indicate it is not just a normal cat. Of course, even Clark cannot see capitalization in speech, at least I never knew that to be one of his superpowers.
This Jaguar person seemed like another natural resource of the rainforest that needed protecting.
So, Clark did not have to go to Brazil at all. He could have stayed in Metropolis and taken Lois in his arms.
On the edge of the forest, Clark could see, with his enhanced night vision, an outline of man, hiding in the shadows.
Maybe he will be needed afterall.
“You are littering,” a voice from the forest informed him in English with the lilting accent of man who had learned the language in school.
I think it should be "of a man who".
“You are still littering. Now space and not Terra… uh… Eartha… Earth,” the voice continued.
SM: Give me a break, there is plenty of room in space, and no people.
If Superman brought to justice all those who trespassed against the law, Lois and himself would already have had plenty of charges brought upon them by the city of Metropolis.
So very true, especially for Lois.
Stunned, Clark couldn’t do more than watch the man speed through the forest silently. When he had x-rayed through the Jaguar’s mask, he had seen his own face, looking back at him.
What?
Now I really am confused about what is going on.
