Wendy, you really are a master, and you've crafted this carefully and wonderfully. I love these moments you've created that get right to the heart of the matter from...
“Superman!” One of the officers had seen him as he landed. “Pity you weren’t here last night. Girl that died in there could’ve used your help.”
... which makes me want to yell at this man, "shut up! He's doing enough of a number on himself!!"
To...
I’m sorry. I never heard her screaming.”
The officer shrugged. “Guess you can’t hear everyone.”
That was true. He didn’t hear everyone.
... where Clark is forced to admit that he can only do so much - he cannot save the world (except from asteroids and stuff
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And this! My god!
There was blood everywhere. In the dumpster, in the collection of bags of evidence lying to the side, on the forensic officers’ overalls.
He saw that blood all the way home. The Metropolis skyline was tinged with crimson. His suit had more red than usual. He closed his eyes and saw red.
And, as he pushed open the door leading into his apartment, he saw it on his skin. Blood on his hands.
Chilling. Fantastic
I told you it was your last chance. I swore that if you ran out on me again I’d never agree to go out with you again. What choice did you have?”
He frowned. “There’s always a choice, Lois. I made it. It was my decision.”
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have had to make it.” She reached for his hands, holding them in hers. “If you’d felt able to tell me that you were Superman, you’d never have had to make that decision last night. Because you’d have been able to tell me you had to leave, and I’d have known why. I’d never have given you that ultimatum about running off, either, because I’d have known why you had to run off. So it’s my fault, Clark, not yours. Because I made it impossible for you to tell me about Superman. It’s my fault she died.”
He stared at her in disbelief. How could she possibly think that?
BINGO BINGO... BINGO!
All in all, this was great!
Nicole
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