New part!
The remains of an only slightly charred dinner remained on the table
Lois wanted to prove her not-son right in that she can cook?
courtesy of Lane's rapidly improving control over his powers.
Oh.
"We've still got EPRAD and Wayne Tech left," Clark reported.
So, what exactly are they up to?
She hesitated for a moment. "I was just thinking," she said, "that maybe, if we do have to stay for a while, perhaps we could--"
Wink-wink squeak-squeak? So they fit better in?
"Mr. Kent, I presume?" A dark haired man stood on the doorstep, leaning on what appeared to be a gold-topped cane. He looked straight at Clark, his eyes narrow.
Hmm…H.G.Wells?
On the other hand, dark hair could indicate that he and the other dark haired person are related. Husband? Father?
"I'd like to have a few words with you," the man said, "about your illicit affair with my wife."
"Bruce!" a voice called, and Clark looked up to see the woman from earlier coming up the path.
Ah. Oh. I see? Should have known. After all, it’s a Queenie! Did he bat-bug their house and car?
She reached the doorway to stand beside him and shot him a glare. "Don't mess with him like that; it isn't funny! Didn't you hear how upset he was?"
Also, he *did* bat-bug them! This is comedic gold! So, Diana Prince and Bruce Wayne. Only not a couple, just evil? Okay, wicked.
"Yes, dear," the man said, stepping into the house as if he owned it. His wife followed close behind.
Maybe they rent. And they *are* married?
He tapped Clark's chest with the head of his cane, and Clark heard the whine of acoustic feedback. A close inspection of his shirt revealed a tiny listening device. He gaped at their two visitors.
His shirt?
"I take my godson's safety very seriously," the man said pointedly.
He limped to the sofa and made himself comfortable. "Shall we discuss that now?"
Ah, I see. He got baned.
And yes, please, we shall discuss this. Now—as you said. Please? Any time now? It’s been almost 7 hours since you last updated this story. In words—seven hours. SEVEN!
Michael