"Who... are you?" Lois asked, brows furrowed.
"Why, Alfred, of course, sir." The older man looked upon Lois's face, concern obvious in his weary eyes. "Are you feeling all right, Master Bruce?"
Squeal!!!! I can't WAIT for the rest of this.
He was a transvestite! This was bad. This was so very bad! This sort of secret identity, he really wasn't sure that he could live with or pull off.
"...and I don't want you to be a woman. No matter how hot you look in that..."
"...we'll find Wells and -" Clark stopped abruptly, eyes growing wide and cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "What did you say? I look... hot?"
Ahh! This whole story has me cracking up. I love it.
"Leave he- him alone!" Clark just about roared, though through Vicky's vocal chords, it sounded a lot more like a scared shriek than it did a warning. "Keep your hands off my -" My what? What were they? Damn! "date!" he said after the briefest hesitation.
"And what have we here?" Catwoman asked through her teeth as she turned to face the woman who had dared address her in such a manner. With a quick flick of the wrist, she left a long bloody mark on Vicky's cheek.
Clark/Vicky's hand immediately flew to their face, tears forming in their eyes.
Jealous!Clark! In a ... Vicky Vale body. Oh my goodness. That's quite a mental picture.
Oh my gosh. I loved it. Thanks for the laugh this morning, Lara!
Laura
