Ahh, Michael, you had me giggling so much at this:
“Can you spell sequel? At least in the first two parts, Bruce had real women as his love interests. This time, they got him a groupie, and she didn't even figure out that he was Batman!” Lois huffed and folded her arms over her chest. “Come on, how blind do you have to be not to figure it out? And she's a *shrink* for crying out loud!”
Well, they say that our own weaknesses are the sort of shortcomings that we absolutely can't stand in other people!
(And it's so funny that Lois and Clark have been watching a Batman movie, too!
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“Too early?” Lois shot Clark an annoyed look. “She'd already chosen the man over the suit. So when do *you* think would have been the perfect time for him to tell her? After they'd been together for the first time? After their engagement? After they'd gotten married?”
Good question, Lois!
“Um, do you think… I mean… if Superman did have a secret identity… do you think he should have told you before you made your choice?” he stammered, his hands nervously twitching in front of his six-pack.
I love his nervousness and his stammering.
“I chose *you* because you're my best friend. You're the guy who's there for me day and night,” she continued on with a softer voice, trying to persuade him to see her point of view. “Sure, Superman is a friend, but if he really wanted me, he would have shown me his secrets, too, not just the hero on a pedestal.
Yes, Clark, that is what a real friend would do!
“Clark, I… I *need* to stay angry at you right now. I can't just swing back and forth between being mad at you and falling into your arms.” The desperation in her voice was further emphasized by her flailing right hand.
“Why not?” he asked her innocuously.
“Why not? Why not!?” she screeched and attempted to pull back. “Because I'm no drama queen! It's one thing to flip out and stay mad for a while, but to just get mad at you without any obvious reason… Clark, I… I can't do that to you… to me… to us,” she said, desperately fighting down a little sob in her throat.
I love this. Lois is so furious with Clark, and at the same time, she loves him. And she can't deal with that situation.
Tomorrow, tomorrow she might still kill him, but tonight, tonight she was in his arms.
I love the ending, too!
Lovely vignette, Michael!
Ann