"So you thought it better that I figure it out for myself, is that it? Don't you see how insulting that is?"
CLARK: Actually, you figuring it out is the less insulting of the two scenarios. At least you FIGURED it out. If I had told you, you'd just feel galactically stupid for not figuring it out.
LOIS: Don’t be ridiculous, Clark. Galatically isn’t even a word.
CLARK: Unlike Chumpy.
LOIS: <stands up> I bet there's some residual poison in my washing machine.
CLARK: Chumpy's a word! Chumpy's a word!
I mean, I always knew it was a possibility, because you're the smartest person I know.
Yes, tell her facts that she can accept.
But every time I've tried, the words haven't sounded right to me. Or we've been sucked into thwarting some psychopath's evil plot to destroy Metropolis and/or the world.
LOIS: :rolleyes: Likely excuse. There hasn't been a free moment in the past month when someone hasn't been trying to me?... I mean, us. *Us!*
"But you only decided to this past month."
"Not exactly," Clark said, squirming a little.
Squirm. Yes, that seems appropriate.
"I wouldn't have treated you differently."
"Wouldn't you have?" Clark asked, his voice soft, having lost all of his anger. Now, only sadness reigned there.
"No," she asserted, with a shake of her head.
Clark smiled sadly. "That's not true. Think about our past year together, Lois. Think about how we've been as Lois and Clark. Then think about how we've been as Lois and Superman. Please."
THAT's completely unfair, Clark. Lois didn't get to see you in a skintight costume, only Superman. The playing field wasn't level.
"I guess you might be right," she conceded after a moment.
"I am?" Clark asked, a little surprised at her willingness to admit when she'd made a mistake.
But that's a statistically anomaly! Oh, no, a time paradox! The end of the world as we know it.
LOIS: Very funny, Clark.
He wanted to rush to the couch and hug her, but he remained seated, though it was an effort to do so.
Must go to Lois, she's drawing me in. Oh, no. Must resist.
Man, he has some self-control issues. Yeah, rushing the hug, probably not the best thing at this juncture.
Did they hurt, the things you said? Yeah. But they also reassured me that my disguise was working. If you could work side by side with me and never make the connection, then I was safe, because you're the most intelligent person I've ever met. If you didn't know, what chance did the rest of the world?"
Good point.
"Your stuff will be ready in a little while," Lois said, sounding unsure of what else to say, now that the worst of her fury seemed to be gone. "Then I guess you'll be flying off."
Nah, I think I'll stay here if you don't mind.
"I couldn't stand it if I left and you were still upset. And I won't leave until I've answered all of your questions. I want to be totally upfront with you from now on, Lois. No more lies. No more half truths. No more hiding." He hesitated a moment. "And besides, I can't fly anywhere right now."
I love how 'not flying' is an afterthought.
No, Lois, he doesn't need the suit to fly. He could fly naked if he wanted to. Actually, he was hoping for a demonstration of that ability later on. Of course, that one only works in the bedroom.
"I didn't want to say anything before, but you look terrible.
Go ahead, Lois. Kick a man when he's down.
Clark sighed. "Remember Jason Trask?"
"Sure, but he's dead."
Small miracles.
Kneeling before her, he took one of her hands gently. He looked into her eyes, hoping she would see how much he meant the things he was saying.
<<can't look, can't look away>> No, Clark! It's too early for the proposal!
"I'll be fine. I'm a little tired and achy, but I'm fine now, thanks to you."
"I didn't do all that much," Lois mumbled.
"Sure you did. You pulled me out of the lake. You helped me get out of the park without being seen. You're washing the dust of my suit. And you loaned me your shower to get the rest of the Kryptonite off my body. I can't thank you enough."
That's Lois, 1 save. Only 147 more to catch up.
Clark did as he was told. He chanced sitting next to her on the couch. He wanted to touch her - to put a hand on her shoulder or to hold her to him - but he firmly squashed the desire. He knew he was still walking on a knife's edge with her. And he was unwilling to do anything that might push him off that precarious perch.
"Get comfortable," Lois said, a little of her earlier annoyance tainting the edges of her words. "You still have a lot of explaining to do."
Does that mean, she wants him to touch her too?
Clark found himself discovering things as well. Specifically, he was finding out just how easy it was to tell Lois all of these things. Things he'd never before told a soul. Things that even his parents didn't know - things he'd hidden from them, not wishing to burden them with more of his problems. And not only was it easy to tell Lois all of his secrets, but it felt so right, so natural. It took Clark off-guard for a moment as the realization hit. All this time he'd been fretting over how to tell her about himself. Now that he was, it was as natural as breathing, as freeing as flying, as empowering as his strength. He could scarcely believe that it had taken him so long to finally do it.
Awwwwww, and
I recommend, not letting Lois know about this epiphany.
"You're attracted to me? The uh, real, Clark me?" Clark asked, a bit of a twinkle back in his eyes.
"So...I guess...the next question is...what exactly happened tonight? Why did the rocket go rogue? How?"
CLARK: Really? I was kind of hoping the next question would be 'which side of the bed do you sleep on?' But okay rockets, sure. We can explore that too.
Clark nodded slowly. "I have an idea. But you're going to think I'm crazy."
"Crazier than the fact that you moonlight in tights?" Lois arched a skeptical eyebrow.
Clark chuckled. "Maybe. I'll leave that determination up to you." A second later, his smile faded and he turned serious.
"Clark? What is it?"
CLARK: I think it may be "The Joker".
LOIS: "The Joker"? You are crazy. He lives in Gotham City.
CLARK: Lois, there's something else you don't know about me...
To his infinite relief, Lois only looked at him with interest. There was no mocking disbelief in her features. Nothing to suggest that she thought him insane.
"Why?" she finally asked.
No more fighting!
It's more of a gut feeling than anything," he admitted. "But I've gotten the sense that he's been behind some of the near-disasters we've seen since Superman arrived."
Well, that, and the few conversations that Superman has had with Luthor, including his "Let the Games begin" statement at the end of the Pilot. And his taunting him to leave town in Neverending Battle. And the fact that he practically admitted to the kid that he was behind the Metmedifide 5 & 6. And that his fingerprints were all over the vault where the floating orb and Jack were found.
Think about it. Every time, Lex has been lurking the shadows. His companies have been there, involved in some way. Lex Labs made the smart serum. Lex's company was responsible for the nuclear reactor. Lex was ready and willing to send up a space station of his own. LexCorp has always, always been there."
Why couldn't he have said THIS to Lois in BatP instead of "He's evil"?
Somehow, someone, Luthor or otherwise, discovered that Kryptonite is real. And somehow they got a hold of some, probably from the chuck that Wayne sent out to a lab to be analyzed, but went missing.
I'm sure he went in search of it after Lois published her article. /pst. "chunk"/
"Okay, I have to ask. Do you always talk like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like Superman is some sort of other person?"
EDIT: The EWM-FDK Club! I'm so there!