Hi Bek!
When Perry offers up an unconventional lead that might allow them to crack the case, Clark reluctantly agrees.
Now, that’s a teaser!
I…don’t know. Read at your own risk. This came from somewhere.
Are you doing a Mary? Or a Tank? /Checks obits for young photographers/ Hmmm…probably a Mary…
KateSO posted some generated images of Superman pole dancing
I missed those!
As his wife, I’m vetoing this idea. It’s just not okay!”
Showing his wares outside the martial bedroom?
LOIS: I wouldn’t go *that* far.
Perry: Now, Lois, darlin’ you really should let Clark speak for himself. I’m sure he’d not veto *you* taking that job.
CLARK: I like being married, Chief.
LOIS: What sort of answer is *that*?
“Need I remind you, Lois, of the time you went undercover and ended up in a skin-tight chicken costume with bright yellow feathers?”
She was almost fully clothed almost all the time!
Butt out, Jimmy, no one was asking you!”
He’s living dangerous!
The whole room turns to me. Lois has that look—the one that says if I don’t agree with her, she’s never going to speak to me again.
Not even a ‘Help, Superman’?
“Don’t say it, Clark.”
I grimace and back up a step. And she shakes her head, because she knows what I’m thinking.
“Ah, I—”
“Clark!”
“Lois, it’s the only lead we’ve got. It’ll be fine, I promise. Trust me?”
The entire sequence is so masterfully dine
“You’re third up tonight. Costume’s on the rack.”
Okay, it will be Superman, due to Kate’s post on Discord. But can you imagine it being Batman instead?
And it’s not until I shut the door and turn around that I truly understand how bad this idea really, really is.
Superman it is.
Her eyes widen with a hungry look as she sees me.
Hey, no sampling the merchandise!
Over the din of the music—god, they’re really playing “I’m Too Sexy”—I can somehow hear a very familiar heartbeat,
You, it would be even funnier if Martha were in town…
She’s got a martini and a bunch of dollar bills.
Making sure his attentions are properly focused?
She’s definitely…possessive.
See?
but all the catcalls and cheering and…leering make it all really, really difficult.
And the other women aren’t a picnic either?
And the cape isn’t nearly long enough to cover…me.
It’s in the Supergirl style? More of an affectation than a blanket?
When I reach just in front of Lois, she’s looking at me differently. A look I definitely recognize. And I have to shake myself to remember where we’re at.
A place where they offer private dances in the backroom?
She nods, and before I can straighten up, she stuffs another couple of dollars in my belt.
She likes the costume, huh?
“I’ve always wanted to see how you top investigative reporters work, you know, to…uncover the bare truth.”
This is a fun way to get your own quips in
He laughs at his own joke, and Lois snaps. She spins around and starts laying into him with words I didn’t even know were in her vocabulary.
And I just stand back and watch.
I should probably stop her. I should probably step in, make sure no one gets hurt. Or, uh, make sure Ralph doesn’t get hurt.
But I don’t.
Nope.
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See title “nope”. This last bit was another way-too-funny one
Thank you for giving Mary a run for her money in next year’s comedy category!
Michael
