Hi Jerseygrl!
On to part 2!
But no, it was just a pigeon. Or a tiny airplane, far away and high in the sky and barely visible to the naked eye…
It’s a bird! Or a plane! No, it’s not Superman!
She felt the pull of the story completely surrounding her, engulfing her, pulling her deep into its claws, and she let it, embracing it with welcoming, open arms. She really needed this right now— it was a perfect distraction.
BATMAN: I use a laser pointer with my girlfriend.
SELINA:
He was the philanthropist, the one who used his money to help people, not to harm…
Just like Lex!
Nothing mattered. Nothing— but the story. She reached out with the tape recorder so she wouldn’t miss a single word… Clark is Superman Oh. That mattered, too.
She’s cute!
“You see, Ms. Lane, I really do. You’ve seen too much— and we both know you aren’t exactly someone who tends to keep things to herself. Now are you…”
Some stuff she does keep to herself. Like her feelings for Clark.
Until, suddenly, she startled as she heard three loud knocks at her door.
For some reason I just went to The Big Bang Theory here. *knock knock knock* Lois? *knock knock knock* Lois? *knock knock knock* Lois?
Clark wasn’t new to saving Lois Lane. He had done it so many times at this point that he had completely lost count.
Gotten kinda boring huh?
CLARK:
(No he hadn’t— he had saved her exactly thirty seven times as Superman and another dozen as Clark.
She was sitting smack in the middle of her couch, her hair draped over her hands as her face hid inside of them. And then his hearing kicked in, and he heard a small sob…
Looks like rescue number fifty did the trick. She’s finally broken. He should go in and offer comfort.
He noticed that it was still sealed so then, without thinking, he closed his fingers around the lid, and started to pretend to struggle with it. It wasn’t long before Lois was finally looking at him— but she was staring at him, almost as if he had two heads.
So, he made an oopsie?
“What the HELL do you think you’re doing?” “I…” he stammered. “What do you mean?”
That’s her emergency pregnancy ration. In her situation, you never know when you might find yourself pregnant with Superman’s love child.
Lois’s eyes were wide and round as she was clearly thinking— something. What she was thinking Clark couldn’t even guess…
LOIS: Pickles are green. Kryptonite is green. Kryptonite hurts Superman. I should offer Clark a pickle.
“Lois…” he said, loathing himself yet again for what he had to do. “Lois, I’m so… I’m SO, so sorry—“ But then she said something that he never could have expected. “Go.”
I *was* wondering if that's where you’d go
And he disappeared, leaving only a strong, intense gust of wind in his wake.
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TBD in part 3
Michael
