Alternate Clark didn’t say anything for a moment as a growled at Clark with a glare. Then his attitude changed and he laughed softly to himself. “No, it’s yours, Kal-El.”
[…]
“What do you mean ‘cheating on Lois’?” continued the other Clark. “We can’t even date; she’s married to Lex Luthor.”
How do you get from the “It’s yours” to “What do you mean” without Our-Clark demanding an explanation?
“I hit you across a field,” the alternate Clark corrected.
So Our-Clark didn’t land in the tomato glasshouse on the other side of Kansas but just in the potato field on the farm?
She thought I was you, until she saw the two of us with her own eyes.”
And then she got an entirely new set of ideas. The least of which were “Mine! All mine!”
Clark nudged him in the shoulder like a big brother.
Out-Clark much much later: “And I even comforted him on the fact. And all the while, he had…you had…both of you…”
“Funny story, haha. Lois was dressed up as Ultra Woman and then she got drugged and haha, I slept with her. Haha. As in made lot’s and lot’s of love with her. Haha”
“But let’s leave that Lois back in your dimension until she understands the consequences of her actions.”
She’s been grounded!
“I meant Lois, Clark. How about some Dingdongs before you leave?”
Martha, trying to distract him with something shiny!
“Remember, Sweetie, he who lives in a straw hut, should not build his fire too close to home.”
/gets popcorn/
. “You might be surprised at how forgiving she’ll be.” Especially if Martha understood the other Clark’s expression of regret. Of course, that was the Lois in the other dimension. The one back in Metropolis hadn’t cheated on him.
Oh boy.
She smiled; nobody would do an intervention on cupcakes.
But the other Lois Lane wasn’t Superman’s wife, she was Clark Kent’s wife. So, unless the other Superman was also Clark Kent…
DingDingDing! Only, that’s not news. And if it were news, she couldn’t tell anyone.
And never at the same time as Superman. Ooooh. Her eyes formed slits. She could just clobber him.
