Hi Annie! Just saw this pop up before it’s time for bed, and I couldn’t resist
Okay, actually, it’s past time for bed, but…no A-plot!
Clark walked down the street, trying to ignore the strange looks people were giving him.
He wearing a cowl and a black cape?
Okay, so Superman didn’t usually walk down the street with the rest of the population of Metropolis.
Oh, cape but no cowl. Maybe he’s going to buy flowers for his date?
and his wedding ring, zipped into a pocket under his cape — and if he put those on, the strange looks he was getting now would look like nothing.
Yes, wedding band on Superman – I can just see the yellow press going ape crazy.
That call for help, as it turned out, had been nothing more than an excuse for a prankster to expose him to Kryptonite, then run off, giggling.
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As he reached the final intersection before the Daily Planet and waited for it to be safe to cross, the stares and whispers turned to exclamations and pointing at something other than him.
An out of control bus hurtling toward Superman?
To his shock, Superman hovered about three stories up, surveying the crowd indifferently. Ignoring the Don’t Walk sign, Clark stepped into the street.
So…oops? Also, going to get rescued?
Had he been cloned again? Was this a New Kryptonian who had been left behind, looking to help him
The other Superman shook his head. “Pitiful. Did that Kryptonite make you lose your memory?” He came closer, stopping two feet from Clark, his expression mocking.
Ooooh!
“There are rules about impersonating someone!”
Only officials. And when it comes to shopping. Okay, maybe Clark’s 17 y/o daughter having a fake driver’s license to get into clubs that sell alcohol might also count.
At that moment, Clark’s powers kicked back in. Ignoring the sudden deafening babble of voices and other city sounds, he lunged at his opponent — and went right through him.
Oooooh! The other Superman learned to vibe. J.K. I did wonder if it’s a hologram, but thought, nah…
She’ll never guess who succeeded in finishing her — and I’ll let the law deal with her. It’s a brilliant move that only I —“
Wait, People vs Lois Lane?
In a flash, Clark was in the nearby alley. He grabbed Jefferson Cole by the shirt, hoisting him into the air. “What were you saying about Lois Lane!?” he shouted.
So, memo to self – don’t talk about your plan like some crazed super villain where Superman can hear you?
Cole dropped his tape recorder. “Memo to self,” he squeaked. “Never make plans when Superman is around.”
Clark set him down, tearing an arm off the man’s shirt and using it to bind his hands behind his back.
At first, I read – ‘tearing an arm off the man’. Oops?
http://theforce.net/story/front/Chewbaccas_Revenge_172149.aspand even Mindy Church without any clothes.
“It’s a hallucination machine!” Cole shouted, his face turning red with fury. “You’ll never be able to hold me! I’ll be out in a week!”
Maybe if they stuck his feet into a freshly floored cell? You know, up to his ankles in concrete?
“No! She’s nothing! Just a cocky little reporter who ruined my life! I should have killed her then.”
So, he trying for life?
Cute untwist!
LOIS: You mean, now I never get to enjoy Clark in a seedy motel room?
CLARK:
Michael
